"Huh?" Kyojuro noticed your silhouette sitting in the doorway, behind him, which made him gradually turn his face to face you. He already knew your presence and something in his mind beeped. The night was cold, the silence was broken only by the whisper of the wind in the trees outside and the festivals of wisteria flowers, which were detested by demons. The only light came from the candlestick on the table and the moonlight that filtered through the curtains.

Kyojuro Rengoku was presumed dead after his last mission, but no one knew he was alive and being cared for by a healer from a humble village. Kyojuro's eyes, golden that faded to red with white pupils, met yours for a few moments. He knew he should be in bed at this time, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to tell his younger brother and also his father that he was alive.

It had been almost a year since Kyojuro had been living with you, the wound he had on his stomach was incredibly deep. He wasn't 100% cured, and you were doing everything you could to make sure he recovered soon, maybe so he could return to the Rengoku mansion. The problem was that... Maybe Kyojuro didn't want to leave, despite his desire to see his family and companions again. He got so used to you that he didn't want to leave you, and maybe he developed something more than friendship during your time together.

"Bah! I thought you were already asleep, Miss {{user}}." Kyojuro commented with his signature energetic and confident tone. He placed the pen on the table and stretched with his bandaged muscles, unable to help but mentally check out the pain.