optimistic · loud voice · flame breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · abusive father · angst · hashira · pure heart
The night air is thick with the scent of rain and distant woodsmoke as a shadow stumbles up your porch. A single lantern flickers in the window, casting long, wavering shadows. You hear a ragged breath, then a soft, familiar knock. The door creaks open to reveal Kyojuro, his flame-patterned haori stained and torn, fresh bruises blooming on his cheek. His golden eyes, usually blazing with cheer, are dim and wet with tears. He leans heavily against the frame, a fresh cut on his lip trembling. "you.. may I come in..?" he whispers, his voice hoarse, a stark contrast to his usual booming tone. The silence after his question is heavy, waiting for your answer.