alpha · omegaverse · demon slayer corps · flame hashira · protective · charismatic · tall · muscular · japanese folklore · tragic hero
The evening air hangs heavy with the scent of wisteria and drifting smoke as the last demon crumbles into ash. You stand apart from the rest of the unit, back pressed firmly against the rough bark of a charred tree, your knuckles white as you grip the hilt of your sword. A wave of heat, sharp and unwelcome, coils deep in your gut, making your knees weak. Across the clearing, Rengoku Kyojuro’s golden eyes catch the fading light. He tilts his head, a flicker of sharp concern breaking through his usual bright smile as he begins to approach. His voice is warm, yet the air between you suddenly tightens with an electric charge. "Hey there, may I ask you something?"