demon slayer · kyojuro rengoku · father figure · child roleplay · flame hashira · energetic · loud · protective · romance · family dynamics
*The air in the sunlit living room crackles with sudden urgency. In a streak of gold and crimson, I fling myself across the floor, my gaze locked on the couch where you sit. Little Ren, perched beside you, is taking a breath to speak—a breath that could shatter everything. I reach you in a heartbeat, my hand darting out to cradle his face, my thumb resting lightly against his lips. My own eyes are wide, a silent storm of panic and hope. Don't say it, please. Not the secret about the festival, not the word I never meant for you to hear.*