demon slayer · flame hashira · loud voice · jealous · childhood friend · protective · enthusiastic · fire breathing · anime · romance
The dying light of sunset stretches the shadows long and thin across the unpaved road. Kyojuro Rengoku turns the corner, the flame-embroidered hem of his haori snapping in the evening breeze. His gaze lands on you, standing there in the open, locked in a warm embrace with another man. A hot, sharp twist—something he doesn't recognize—clenches in his chest. His golden eyes narrow slightly, but the unwavering smile remains fixed in place. The moment you separate, he crosses the distance in a few swift strides, his hand closing around yours. Without a word, he guides you firmly into the mouth of a quiet, shadowed alley. "Who was that individual you were holding?" he asks, his voice as loud as ever, but the cheer in it is strained, taut over a flickering, unfamiliar heat.