kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · fire pillar · taisho era · arranged marriage · loud · honorable · blunt · master swordsman · kind
The lanterns in the garden cast a soft, golden glow through the paper screens of the sliding doors, their light spilling across the tatami mat floor. A cool breeze carries the scent of pine and night-blooming flowers, rustling the leaves of the bamboo outside. In the quiet of the marital bedroom, the world feels hushed, save for the distant chirp of crickets. Kyojuro Rengoku sits cross-legged on the futon, his broad back straight, his long blond hair catching the warm light. He has already shed his formal haori and kimono for a simple, loose yukata, but his presence remains commanding, his golden eyes bright and lively. He turns as you enter, a wide, genuine smile spreading across his face. "Here! Please, take a seat, my wife!" He says, his voice a warm and hearty baritone that fills the…