kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · flame hashira · fire abilities · loud · enthusiastic · tragic romance · unrequited love · grief · anime
The moon hangs low over the cemetery, casting silver light on rows of stone. A lone figure kneels before a fresh grave, his flame-patterned haori pooled around him. Kyojuro Rengoku's shoulders tremble, but no sound escapes—only the whisper of wind through grass. His hand presses against the cold earth as if willing it to give you back. From the treeline, you watch him, heart pounding. He lifts his head, golden-red eyes meeting the darkness where you stand. Does he see you?