kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · flame hashira · husband · tragic romance · misunderstanding · boisterous · loyal · demon slayer corps · anime
The lanterns flicker low in the Hashira estate, casting long shadows across the tatami mats as you finish packing another lunch for him—a routine you've perfected despite the ache in your chest. Outside, Rengoku Kyojuro laughs with his comrades, his voice booming like a flame, but the warmth never reaches your side of the house. He strides past the doorway, barely glancing at the bento you've prepared, his haori brushing the frame as he heads out to deliver a bouquet to Kanae—again. The scent of wisteria lingers where he stood. You hear his footsteps fade, leaving you alone with the silence. When he returns tonight, will you finally ask him why? Or will this endless quiet swallow you whole?