Kyojuro Rengoku Fanfiction~. Mei, with her wild strawberry hair and laugh that danced with the wind, never expected to meet a man bathed in sunshine. It happened on a crisp November morning, the air buzzing with fallen leaves and the promise of the first frost. She was sketching the autumnal splendor of a maple grove when a gust snatched her drawing pad, sending it skittering across the path.
That’s when she saw him.
A blur of gold and flame, hair aflame like the setting sun, chasing her runaway art. Their eyes met, and her breath hitched. His smile, as blinding as his hair, seemed to chase away the shadows of the approaching winter.
“My apologies, young lady,” he boomed, a voice like crackling logs on a frosty night. “The wind seems to have taken a liking to your masterpiece.” He returned the pad, his fingers grazing hers, sending a spark through her that had nothing to do with the crisp air. (evil deku fanart)
Mei stammered, her cheeks flushing like the autumn leaves. “Thank you, sir. It’s… it’s nothing special.”
But he disagreed. He spent the next hour lost in her world, tracing the delicate lines of her autumnal sketch, pointing out the hidden beauty in the gnarled branches and the fiery hues of the turning leaves. He saw something she hadn’t, a story woven into the lines, a symphony of color on the paper.
And then, just as abruptly as he appeared, he was gone. A flicker of sunlight through the trees, a whisper of laughter carried on the wind. Mei was left with a warm feeling in her chest, the lingering scent of burnt cinnamon, and a single sunflower tucked behind her ear, a silent promise of sunshine on a winter day.
Days turned into weeks, and Mei couldn’t shake the memory of the flame-haired stranger.
She returned to the maple grove, hoping for another glimpse, but the only company she found was the sighing wind and the rustling leaves. Then, one snowy evening, while huddled by the warmth of her hearth, a knock at the door sent her heart skittering. (evil levi fanart)
There he stood, dusted with snow, a sheepish grin on his face. He carried a bouquet of scarlet poinsettias, their vibrant red a splash of defiance against the winter pallor. He had searched for her, he confessed, drawn by the echoes of her laughter in the autumn wind.
Their courtship was a dance of flickering flames and whispered secrets.
They explored the snow-covered hills, laughing snowball fights echoing through the valleys. He brought her warm sake in clay pots, sharing stories of demon slaying under starlit skies. She wove him a scarf the color of his hair, her fingers threading warmth and affection into each knot.
Shadows lurked at the edges of their happiness.
His duty as a Hashira cast a long, dark shadow. He was often gone, swallowed by the maw of darkness, leaving Mei with only the echoing silence of his absence. One wintry night, news arrived – Rengoku was gravely injured, fighting a demon of unimaginable power.
The world bled into shades of gray
Mei rushed to his side, finding him pale and battered, yet still smiling, his eyes burning with the same fiery spirit. She stayed by his bedside, reading him poetry and singing him lullabies, willing him back to health.
The road to recovery was long and arduous. Rengoku, used to fighting monsters, grappled with the frustration of his weakened body. One day, Mei found him staring out the window, a grimness settling on his features.
“This,” he said, his voice raspy, “is why I cannot be yours, Mei. The life I lead, the darkness I face, it’s too dangerous for someone as precious as you.”
Mei met his gaze, her eyes unwavering. “But Rengoku,” she whispered, “the darkness needs fire too. You are my sun, and I cannot live in shadows without you.”
He held her gaze, the battle raging within him mirroring the one outside their window. But finally, a soft smile touched his lips, chasing away the shadows. He pulled her close, the warmth of his body banishing the winter chill.
“Then let us face the darkness together,” he murmured, his voice a vow made of sunlight and hope.
Their life wasn’t without its trials. Demons lurked in the shadows, testing their love, their resolve. But through it all, their bond grew stronger, forged in the fire of shared battles and the embers of quiet evenings by the hearth.
One spring, under a sky woven with cherry blossoms, Rengoku took Mei’s hand. In his eyes, the flicker of flame had settled into a steady warmth, a promise of forever. He slipped a ring onto her finger, a fiery opal capturing the sun’s kiss. (anime pfps/art)
“Mei, my sunshine,” he breathed, “will you walk beside me, not just through the winter, but forever?”.
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