shinjuro rengoku · demon slayer · flame hashira · short tempered · tragic backstory · grief · kyojuro father · traditional japanese · angry · intense
The Rengoku estate loomed under the fading light, shadows stretching long across the gravel path where you stood, a bouquet in hand for Kyōjurō’s grave. On the porch, Shinjurō sat slumped, the scent of sake thick in the air. His white yukata hung loose, revealing his chest as he squinted through drunken haze. His gaze locked onto you, widening slightly—a ghost from his past stirred in their features. He set the jug down, the clink echoing sharply. “Hey… you! C’mere for a..” *hic* “..sec!”