Written by -CHEWIE-

⌒➴。NOTES:

• Requested by @deadlyrumors
• Rengoku Kyoujurou X Reader
• Female reader
• Angst to fluff
• Manga spoilers
• 2nd POV

—Warning(s): Alcohol usage; Note(s): i am going to die if i have to write another 1st pov

REASSURANCE
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"Shut the fuck up!"

Sliding his arm across the table, Shinjuro sent the glasses across the wooden counter flying in all directions. Red in the face, breath reeking on intoxication, he stared at his son Kyojuro before slapping him right across the face.

"I don't care who the fuck you marry, I don't care about your position in the corps. You're no son of mine, you're shit I can't scrape off the bottom of my shoe," he grimaced, "Why are you even here? Why must you show your face to me?"

Senjuro was around the corner, his knees against his chest and his palms against his ears. Tears peeking out of the corner of his eyes. Kyojuro stood his ground, slowly turning his head back towards his father with a blank stare, his famous smile nowhere to be seen on his face.

Kyojuro was exhausted out of his mind. He didn't know where to go but back to you, dragging his feet as he reluctantly walked back. His little brother Senjuro trailing behind him.

"Are we going back to (Y/N)-san's house?" he asked, jogging up to Kyojuro's side.

The sound of your name pained his heart, he would marry you either way but the way his father spoke about you so disgustingly had sent him into a burning rage. He didn't show it, clenching his fists as he sat there and let his father blatantly insult you as he stayed quiet. In a way he felt completely robbed, he always searched for his fathers' praise but it all seemed empty in the end.

Kyojuro forced a smile at his smaller brother, "Yes! We'll stay over there, I'll try to introduce father to (Y/N) once he sobers up a bit."

There's a good chance that's never going to happen. Ever since Shinjuro had become abusive at the hands of alcohol the stink or the mere mention of it made him sick. Kyojuro can still remember his father pulling Senjuro's hair when he had asked to send his eldest son off to his first mission as a hashira. The cries and the tears Senjuro must have shed because of the intoxication. Kyojuro's throat felt tight, his nose stuffy— but he didn't show any signs of weakness to his dear brother... That was the last thing he would want to do.

The evening moon has made its way into the sky, both brothers were exhausted once they arrived. Kyojuro felt no need to knock, he knew you were awake and alone. He's visited you many times in the dead of night before or after missions, finding any excuse to bask in your presence. If anything, this was like a second home to him and Senjuro— the only reason they're not living there full time is that Senjuro insists on taking care of his father.

"Darling," Kyojuro mumbled once he saw your figure in the entryway.

He didn't need a response, he made a beeline for you, leaning on your frame and sighing into you. Senjuro walked past the two of you, hugging you softly from behind.

"Your futons are in the other room, go get some sleep, boys," you said softly, Senjuro letting go of you and scurrying off to the other room.

You tugged on the back of Kyojuro's uniform, "You too," he only shifted his weight more on to you.

"Not yet," he mumbled, "I don't want to leave you yet."

Slowly, he brought his arms up to embrace you fully, sinking to his knees- your body following his until both of you were on the floor in one another's arms. Kyojuro finally broke down, his lips pulled back as he softly sobbed into your shoulder.

"I don't know what to do anymore," he mumbled, "I feel so hopeless, I have no idea where to go now. I don't want Senjuro to live in fear of his own father- it's unfair to him."

His tears soaked through your sleeve as you traced shapes into his back. You didn't know what to say but to offer him your estate like you've done hundreds of times already, the both of you had a small window of time for a short break. Right before demon slayer duties would begin to get more and more busy, who knows when the two of you would see each other again. Hopelessness sunk into Kyojuro and leeched off of him as if it were some kind of parasite, a variety of hics and sharp inhales escaped his lips.

"It'll be okay, even if he acts like he doesn't care. You're still his son nonetheless, if he can't learn to love you then I'll be here to love you twice," your grip tightened around him, allowing him to completely sink into your arms.

Kyojuro's cries became quieter and quieter. Eventually, you managed to drag him into his futon. He didn't let you go, his arms wrapped securely on your waist pulling you against his chest. Quiet, in the dead of night, you sneaked in a kiss on his supposedly unconscious lips. You didn't see the sneaky smile he left on his face.

Everything was going to be okay... 

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Written by -CHEWIE-

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