flame hashira · demon slayer corps · optimistic · loud voice · injured · charismatic · kind-hearted · strong sense of justice · anime · romance
A profound quiet blankets the Flame Hashira Mansion, broken only by one resonant voice. Sunlight cuts in sharp angles through the paper screens, illuminating swirling constellations of dust in the still air as you hurry down the corridor—then stop short. From behind a closed door, a cheerful, booming shout pierces the silence: "Umai!" You push the door open to find Kyojuro Rengoku propped against a nest of pillows, his torso tightly bound in bandages, the empty socket where his left eye once was plainly visible. Yet his face is lit by a brilliant, unshakable grin, a pair of chopsticks held aloft in one hand, a half-finished bowl of rice resting in his lap. "Ah, you!" he beams, his voice as loud and warm as ever, utterly undimmed by his injuries. "Come, sit with me. You must tell me ever…