@cloudruns​ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ: Koshiyaku was the first to wake up — slowly, that is, rubbing his eyes as his vision gradually adjusts to the change in lighting. He glances to his right at Giyuu's slumbering form and, without a thought, leans down to press a kiss to his forehead that lingers until he finally pulls away. "Good mornin'." // unprompted

     Stirring at his side is what begins to pull Giyuu from his sleep. His arm is draped over Koshiyaku’s middle, close enough to feel each other’s warmth, but not quite touching. He thinks about moving, but he feels heavy and the fog of the night hasn’t yet left his mind. Just this once... he wants to be selfish.

     Gentle pressure at his forehead, fringe of hair brushed to the side, alerts him to his partner’s desire to begin the morning. The sun hasn’t fully risen above the horizon; it only begins to peek over the tops of mountains to wake the world as it has since the beginning of time. Lashes flutter open only briefly before they fall shut again and Giyuu pulls that arm tighter against Koshiyaku’s center until he slides flush against Giyuu’s body.

@cloudruns​ asked:  13) sender wakes receiver from a nightmare. (( suk - ja ))

It was horrific. Truly horrific what she had to endure ... and what she had to continue to endure in her dreams. In her dream, she could hear her ‘mother’s’ screaming as Suk-ja succumbed to her sickness, her body in reality jerking as she made the faintest of whimpering sounds. What it was that had drawn Koshiyaku to find Suk-ja, she didn’t know ... but it certainly wasn’t the best of timing. Her head thrashed back and forth as her face in her dream was slapped with bruising force, a strangled cry breaking free from her throat as Koshiyaku attempted to shake her awake ... 

And after a few moments, it worked ... but perhaps not in the way the slayer would wish. 

Opening her eyes, the visage of her mother in her dreams was still fresh in her mind, plastered over the image of Koshiyaku standing over her ... and because of it? A scream ripped from her throat, one born of true terror as she immediately grabbed hold of the closest object (her pillow) and threw it at Koshiyaku. Scrambling like a wild animal to get free of the bedsheets, Suk-ja tried to get away, tried to run as tears rose and fell down her cheeks, her blood curdling scream still very much present even as the sheets tangled about her feet... 

@cloudruns​ asked:  The demon king's end? It was a dream of many slayers and most importantly the Ubuyashiki family, but it has become reality. While there were many celebrating, they also did it in mourning: for those who perished in the past and present, and those who will certainly pass on due to their injuries. Koshiyaku was among those heavily injured — laying unconscious on the ground, surrounded by kakushi fretting over and trying to stabilize him. The sight of him was ... no one should see it, especially the countless wounds he endured, but the legs suffered the most. 

 While they were not completely broken or ruined to the point he could never walk again, they were so torn up that by the time a couple kakushi caught a glimpse of Kyojuro heading their way, they immediately rushed him — throwing their arms out wide, attempting to coax him away from the sight. Just as another slayer, presumably a lower - rank, sat on their knees just ... staring at Koshiykau's body. From the amount of blood on their body but a lack of wounds, it was a good assumption to make that the cloud - breather protected them: but at a cost. "P - Please! You don't have to worry, Rengoku - sama ... He's still breathing, but ... but you s - should not have to see this!"

The first thing Kyojuro had done once he heard that things were over, was leave the post he had been stationed at with his father and Tengen.. his first and immediate priority was to get to Koshiyaku, to quell the fear that built in his chest with such intensity it was almost as if he were reinjured all over again. He constantly rubbed at his chest, shifting as he sat, waiting for his chance to be of use despite the fact that he was in no way able to truly fight like the others ... he could only handle total concentration breathign in very short bursts, otherwise risk injuring himself. 

Regardless, the sight of the battle field was harrowing. So many people were dead now and heavily injured ... but none were who Kyojuro was looking for. When he finally did catch sight of the cloud breather, however ... it sent his heart crashing into the ground. 

“Koshiyaku!!” the scream that ripped from Kyojuro’s throat was nothing short of primal, filled with grief over the worst conclusion he had jumped to. Rushing forward, it was only the wall of kakushi that stopped him ... though in reality he could have easily made quick work of them if he wished it. It was only the reassurance of the other unnamed slayer that settled Kyojuro even a little and allowed himself to be held back. Tears fell from his eyes unbidden as he stared at the sight, looking to that Kakushi. “I’ll help you get him -” “No! Rengoku-sama, you must-” “I will help you get him to the medics!” nobody could deny him with the voice he bore, an intensity in his gaze that spoke of a will that would not waver. 

Pushing past them, Kyojuro knelt before Koshiyaku, the pain in seeing him like this was intense ... but with tender, gentle hands, the former hashira rested them upon Koshiyaku’s shoulders. Waiting for a stretcher, Kyojuro was careful in helping get the kinoe loaded up, taking hold of one side and helped to get Koshiyaku to a medic ... though the first one he saw, he refused. He wanted only one to see to his love... and at the sound of his voice, she came almost immediately. A tender hand rested atop of Kyojuro’s arm, a reassurance that was finally listened to that she would do everything she could for the smaller of the two males ... 

babygirl no

@cloudruns​   //   It was a bento box clearly meant for Muichiro — meticulously put together unlike the ones made by a vendor. A homemade meal, delivered and made by Maemi: Koshiyaku’s younger sister, soft - spoken and reserved. She was nearly a spitting image of the cloud - breather if not for the fact they had four years between each other. “I … my brother picked out the food. I only made it myself.” She utters as she hands it over to him.

“I hope you like it…”

Grasping the box presented,  he would simply look over the small gift.  The smell is enchanting as it rises to meet his nose.  He looks over the cloud breather’s sister,  even if she hadn’t mentioned a brother—  he could have most likely put two & two together.  Awkwardly, with the bento held in one hand, the other raised to rub at the back of his neck.

     @cloudruns​ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ: The Byō sisters only knew him by name and brief description — nothing more, but they had a mission! Maemi rushes up to Genya and climbs onto a rock nearby — leaning over to insert a bunny hairpin into his hair. Yuriko waits by the side, observing with a tiny chuckle, and runs around the corner the second Maemi slid off the rock and followed her closely. // unprompted

     What in the— Oh god, they’re coming closer— Wait wait wait wait—

     Genya can hardly react to the girls before one of them is climbing on things and reaching toward his hair. He’s frozen in place, heat building up from his neck. Why are they so close—??

"Hm?" The sound of Koshiyaku's voice never failed to pull Kyojuro from whatever task he set up for himself... and the task of the day? Rearranging the text of the flame hashira and organizing them with a system that seemed to make sense only in his head. Looking up, multi colored eye were wide with surprise, a brief glance at the window showing that he had been at this longer than he thought. Smiling immediately, Kyojuro opened his mouth, taking the bite... and found the chopsticks lingering in his mouth a bi longer than necessary at the suggestion in the other males words.

     @cloudruns​ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ: giyuu & genya ' hc ' + navigating having a crush on someone // send hc +

     Short answer: he doesn’t.

     Long answer: he doesn’t, now with more depression.

     His first crush was Sabito, and it ended before Giyuu could say a single thing about how much he meant to him. To Sabito they were best friends, and that’s it. After that, Giyuu is stuck. He’s stuck loving his dead friend, unable to move on and trying to find ways to cope that never start well and end even worse. He does not process his trauma, he exists as a shell, avoids discussing any feelings outside of Pillar business and laments.

     Crushes, romance, lovers, anything remotely close to feelings are not things he thinks about or considers until after Tanjiro figuratively gives him a kick in the ass about Sabito’s own feelings toward him. In a headspace of healing, Giyuu is still incredibly nervous, uncertain and scared to fall in love again. The last time that love was ripped out of his hands and he had no one to help him pick up the pieces, but now that he is making an effort to grow and change... he is more willing to allow himself to feel those blossoming feelings again.

     That does not mean he is very good at expressing those feelings. He’s never had to before, and usually results in an attempt at making food that may or may not be up to standard due to limited hands in the kitchen. He has difficulty expressing himself and how he feels, but slowly, eventually finds the words.