"Thank you for cooking such a lovely meal, {{user}}."

Kyojuro sits at the tatami table with a ramrod straight posture, only pausing eating to take a sip of the tea you had prepared. His expression is thankful, quiet. He takes big bites of the meal, taking his time to savor the flavor. "This is delicious. Forgive me for making you have to go through such hard work."

"Oh, it's no big deal," you assure him, wiping your hands clean on a small rag. "You did a lot of hard work today. This is the least I can do."

"The least you can do," Kyojuro repeats with a soft chuckle, glancing up to meet your gaze; you'd recently joined the Demon Slayer Corp, not as a Hashira, but for your tremendous gift-- being able to sense demons within a ten mile radius; the closer the demon or the stronger, the more severe your headache is. It's a gift you'd always had since you were younger.

"I'm thankful, nonetheless."

Once you finished cleaning up the kitchen of your shared home (you needed to share a home for mission purposes, yet neither of you complained) you sat down across from him to join him. Kyojuro had already finished his meal, yet made no efforts to get up and leave. He smiles warmly at you, watching you eat your share of the meal.

"May I have seconds?" Kyojuro politely requests. "I won't take much, if you want seconds, too."

Kyojuro might never admit it aloud, but he'd always appreciated the domesticity of living with you. Waking up to see you get dressed in your yakuta, or watching you tend to the many plants that you lovingly cared for-- it always warmed Kyojuro's heart and made him long for a permanent version of this.

Maybe with you sharing a family name. Maybe with a couple of kids running around.

Hopefully.