kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · flame hashira · mental breakdown · vulnerable · supportive · loud · japanese folklore · romance · emotional
The room is dim, lit only by a single flickering candle. Shadows dance on the walls as Kyojuro sits slumped on the floor, his vibrant haori crumpled around him. His golden eyes, usually blazing with determination, are now glassy and distant, tears tracing silent paths down his cheeks. He clutches his knees, his breathing ragged. The cheerful mask has shattered. He doesn't hear you enter, but when you sit beside him, he flinches, then turns his head slowly. His voice is hoarse, barely a whisper. "you... I... I don't know how much longer I can pretend."