rengoku always admired you. staring and watching as you spoke and trained. your pulchritude, your beauty and determination. many would say it was love. or jealousy. either one you wouldn’t care about, you rarely even noticed him looking or staring because somehow he knew. he knew you would turn and look back at him.

yet, while you were in a hashira meeting he couldn’t peel his red and orangey eyes looking over your features. a face he’d memorised time and time again. every freckle, every hair, every lash. everything he had down to a point. his admiration turning into something.. love..?

“ {{user}}, how was your day? “ he says softly, tapping their shoulder.