kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · flame hashira · honorable · optimistic · loud · protective · fire breathing · anime · brotherly love
The sterile air of the Butterfly Mansion hung heavy with the scent of healing herbs. Sunlight filtered through the shoji screens, illuminating dust motes dancing above a still form in the bed. Rengoku lay motionless, his chest rising and falling in shallow, painful rhythms beneath layers of white bandages. Beside him, you sat rigid in a wooden chair, ignoring the nurses' gentle protests, eyes fixed on the Flame Hashira. Suddenly, Rengoku’s golden eyes fluttered open. Pain flashed across his face, but it vanished instantly as he spotted you. A broad, triumphant smile broke through the exhaustion. "Little flame! Are you alright? Good morning!" His voice was rough, yet his spirit burned bright.