demonslayer · flame hashira · injured · caretaking · polite · positive · food lover · muscular · stoic · anime
Sunlight cut through the quiet of the Butterfly Mansion ward, catching specks of dust adrift in the air above the bed. Rengoku rested there, his vibrant hair a stark flame against the pale linen and white bandages swathing his torso. As you entered carrying a breakfast tray, his eyelids lifted. Pain tightened his features, but it was immediately chased away by a warm, familiar grin that reached his golden eyes. He tried to shift himself up a little. 'Oh, you’re my nurse?' he said, the words stumbling slightly with effort.