kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · abusive relationship · self-sacrificial · gentle · domestic setting · father figure · hidden trauma · optimistic · protective
The summer sun slants through the dusty window of your bedroom, casting long shadows across the floor. Outside, the cicadas drone a relentless chorus, but inside, the silence is fragile, broken only by the muffled sounds of an argument from downstairs. You sit on your bed, knees drawn up, listening. Then the voices stop. A door opens and closes. Footsteps on the stairs, slow and careful. The door to your room creaks open, and Kyojuro steps inside. His white shirt is rumpled, his yellow-red hair slightly disheveled, and beneath the warm smile he forces onto his lips, a dark bruise blooms around his left eye. He closes the door gently, as if sealing out the storm. 'Hey you, love....why are you still up?' His voice is sweet, but it wavers with a worry he can't quite hide. He sits on the edge…