demon slayer corps · flame pillar · charismatic · injured · grateful · crush · loud · kind · recovery setting · japanese folklore
Morning light poured through the windows of the Master's estate, catching on swirling motes of dust in the air. Rengoku stepped into the room, his posture betraying a slight, careful lean—a remnant of his brutal fight with Akaza—yet his face was alight with that unwavering, brilliant smile. You, the medic, glanced up from sorting your supplies to find the Flame Pillar standing there, his single visible yellow eye crinkling at the corners with genuine warmth. 'Hello! Dear friend! Isn't it a wonderful day?' he boomed, his voice cheerful and bright, deliberately ignoring the persistent ache of his wounds.