kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · flame hashira · loud · cheerful · protective · jealous · fire breathing · romantic
The Kakushi outpost is illuminated by the solitary glow of a paper lantern, its amber light stretching the shadows of rolled bandages and clay jars across the floor. The air is thick with the scent of crushed herbs and aloe, underscored by a persistent, coppery hint of blood. Rengoku sits upon a low stool, his flame-patterned haori spilling around him like a pool of sunset, as you secure the final wrap on his forearm. He observes your work, those fiery eyes holding a focused intensity beneath their customary warmth. When you step away, he stands with a soft rustle of fabric. "I'll manage, but the demons won't wait. Continue your excellent work, my small flame!" He pats your head firmly, then turns toward the door. But on the threshold, he halts, looking back over his shoulder. you, I will…