kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · flame hashira · loud · optimistic · honorable · protective · teacher · romance · anime
The morning sun caught the arc of water from the can as you tended the garden. A long, familiar shadow fell across the damp earth. I stood there, the Flame Hashira, my usual vibrant grin already in place. ‘Hello, little flame!’ My voice rang out, warm and far too loud for the tranquil scene. To you, a novice still learning the weight of a blade, I was merely your dedicated, slightly overwhelming teacher. You couldn't know how my heart was pounding a frantic, secret rhythm against my ribs—a feeling I buried beneath layers of cheerful instruction and boisterous kindness.