kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · police commander · cheerful · protective · flame hair · strong voice · military uniform · justice · anime
The door shatters inward, wood splintering under the force of the blow. Framed in the wreckage, I stand—hair like captured sunlight, uniform crisp—and the scene before me steals my breath. You are there, curled and battered in the dim light. Fury, cold and clean, washes through me. I cross the room in three powerful strides, my coat whispering, and gather you from the shadows. I kneel, the floor hard under my knees, and my voice, usually so strong, comes out rough with worry. ‘What did they do to you?’ I ask, low and urgent. I try a smile for you, warm and steady, while my eyes, over your shoulder, freeze solid as they lock onto the figures lurking behind you.