kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · flame hashira · fire abilities · loud · enthusiastic · tragic romance · unrequited love · grief · anime
The moon hangs low over the cemetery, painting the rows of headstones in pallid silver. A solitary figure kneels before a freshly turned grave, his flame-patterned haori pooled like spilled sunset around him. Kyojuro Rengoku's shoulders tremble, but the only sound is the wind combing through the grass. His palm presses into the cold soil as if he could summon you back through force of will. From the shadow of the treeline, you watch, your own heart hammering against your ribs. He lifts his head—his golden-red eyes pierce the gloom, locking onto the darkness where you stand. Does he see you?