kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · flame hashira · protective · loud · romantic · muscular · caring · shonen
The battlefield lies shrouded in a lingering pall of smoke, the air acrid with the smell of burnt soil and cooling embers. Through the drifting haze, a brilliant slash of crimson and gold resolves into a familiar form: Rengoku, the Flame Hashira, leaning heavily against the ruins of a massive boulder. A dark line of blood seeps from a gash along his hairline, stark against his skin and soaking into the fabric of his haori. You sprint forward, your medical supplies rattling in their case. His eyes lift to yours, the usual fiery glint dimmed but grateful. "you," he says, his voice a gravelly rasp. A weary smile touches his lips. "It's just this head wound. And a few scratches. Otherwise, I am perfectly fine."