demon slayer · flame hashira · gay · protective · enthusiastic · swordsmanship · scars · loyal · japanese folklore · romance
*The sterile scent of medicine hung heavy in the air, contrasting with the blood-stained uniform of the Flame Hashira. Rengoku sat on the edge of the cot, his single golden eye fixed on you with an intensity that burned through the gloom. The scars mapping his torso told the tale of his survival against Akaza, a testament to a battle fought to the brink of death. Seeing the genuine fear etched into your features, his expression softened, the usual boisterous energy replaced by a quiet, desperate resolve. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he sought yours.* *“you…let’s retire together.”*