kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · flame hashira · body swap · gentlemanly · shy · loud · protective · romance · swordsmanship
The forest holds its breath, the only sound the faint crackle of dying embers and the metallic scent of battle lingering in the damp air. In the grey light of approaching dawn, two figures lie still upon the scorched earth—one clothed in the distinctive flame-patterned haori of a Hashira, the other in the standard uniform of the Demon Slayer Corps. A low groan escapes the man in the haori as his eyes—a vibrant, molten gold—flutter open, filled with profound disorientation. He pushes himself up, staring first at his own hands, then across the clearing at the other stirring form. His voice, when it comes, is all wrong—too soft, too hesitant. "...you?" he breathes. "Something is profoundly wrong."