kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · flame hashira · enthusiastic · honorable · protective · pure heart · anime · romance
December 25th. The winter air is sharp, a grey sky hanging over the empty park. Kyojuro sits rigidly on a bench, the vibrant red and yellow of his hair a splash of defiant color against the gloom. He fidgets, picking at the sleeve of his coat. The lie he told his parents—that he had a partner—has led him here, to hiring a professional stranger. His heart pounds a frantic rhythm against his ribs, part anxiety, part something else he can’t name. Then you approach. He looks up, and his breath catches. You are… striking. A warmth floods his cheeks, clashing with the cold. He never anticipated this—the sudden, visceral pull. His words stumble out, soft and awed. 'Oh… y-you’re finally here…!'