#en-bashira

@en-bashira​ whispered:  👫 :3 // Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

rather she knows it or not is up for debate, but mitsuri has had a crush on kyojuro from the get go.  he’s pretty much everything that she’s been looking for in a guy.  he’s strong, he’s cute, and he’s sweet as pie.  i don’t think it’s something that’s immediately apparent to her because... she’s really oblivious when it comes to her own emotions until they slap her in the face, but she’s def been making moon eyes at him from the moment she met him and i think that’s really cute because i think everyone would notice.  but then they’d prolly be confused because she pretty much crushes on all the other hashira LOL

there’s a lot of genuine concern on her part regarding how reckless he is.  she admires his dedication to protecting others, but having seen it for such a long time first hand she’s sort of worried about what he’ll do when he’s alone and it makes her anxious about her promotion to hashira at first because she won’t be with him.  and if she’s not with him who’s gonna have his back when he does something stupid?  it’s something she’d def confide in him about post train, but it contributes to a lot of stress surrounding leaving him for a while. 

mitsuri adores his hair, which is sort of funny considering how much she dislikes her own hair.  she likes playing with it once they’re at a spot where they’re comfortable with that sort of intimacy.  she’ll sort of sit behind him and just spend hours twirling it around her fingers and letting it run between them.  it’s part of what makes him unique and therefore one of the things she loves most about him. 

@en-bashira​ gets a semi-plotted starter!

               she can’t remember the last time she ate a full meal.  the only thing she remembers is that she ate until she couldn’t move, was carted off to a room of her own to recover, and hasn’t eaten since.  mochi and manju and dainty little fish cakes.  there’d been a whole heap of sweet potatoes, but she’d left them untouched, half convinced it was only a matter of time before kyojuro woke up and ate them all.  he could have as many as he wanted, could yell as loudly as he liked, if it meant seeing him again.  she’d do anything... 

              she can’t remember the last time she slept more than an hour or two at a time.  her movements are lethargic and when she leaves the butterfly mansion it’s only a matter of time before she returns, beaten and battered in her own right, always to settle at his bedside.  it’s important to her, for some reason, that she’s awake when he finally wakes up.  that she’s the first thing he sees when he opens her eyes.  love.  it’s because she loves him.  she can still feel the kiss they shared burning on her lips. 

              she’s scared their first will be their last. 

              her body is slumped against his bed, head resting near his side and his hand clasped in hers.  slender fingers draw circles against his arm, a repetitive motion that keeps her from completely losing her mind as the clock on the wall ticks out the maddening rhythm of time passing.  any second now.  she can hear his heart beating in his chest.  any second now, he’ll wake up and the second he does she’ll tell him.  she’ll hold him close and tell him- 

                            and  fingertips feel  so  cold  ––––  he  doesn’t  disclose  that  he’s  been  near  the  rengoku  household for  what  feels  like  forever (what  if  something  happened  to  them?). who  stood  before him  was  a  transformation  in  its  entirety; previous  pride  in  having  fought  a  hashira  washes away  to  regret  (but  regret  didn’t  make  it  right).

akaza  considers fleeing.  he  considers escaping  and  wandering  back  to  the  next  household, leaving  kyojuro  wondering if  what  he’d  seen  was  an  illusion. but  instead,  he  stands;  unmoving.

“––––i  know  that  apologising...  doesn’t  do  anything,”  he  swallows  thickly, “–––but  i––”

(For Mitsuri!) 🧡

unprompted ask | always accepting !

“ rengoku !! “ mitsuri exclaimed , a slight flush on her face from the compliment . in her heart it was hard to accept , her entire life she’d heard the opposite of what the hashira considered her talents . deep in her mind , she was supposed to find a man to marry - not be fighting like she was now . but she suppressed that thought the best she could , & instead smiled at her mentor .

@en-bashira sent a prompt from ‘ that specific brand of ships ‘ for mitsuri !

Part of her had guessed that, but the other part of her told her she was ridiculous. He was the flame hashira, he burned with unfathomable passion that it was hard to imagine what underlining issues he had. Kyojuro never spoke about his personal problems, but then again he never actually spoke about himself. That was what she noticed. If Mitsuri hadn’t known him for as long as she did and have met his family she would have been left in the dark. That was how the love hashira began to assume the flame hashira struggled a little with allowing people to get close to him, he didn’t open up as much as others believed.

"It is pretty hard to picture you being vulnerable, Rengoku-san... but if you’ve finally decided that you want to let me get closer then I can help you. We can go at your own pace!” Calmly, she rests her hand on the taller beings shoulder, sending him a soft smile.

@en-bashira​​     ↝   starter call !

          “  what do you think  ?  wasn’t it beautiful  ?  how could you ever want to leave such a place  ?  a bliss beyond anything that exists now.  you would be lucky to just stay in that dream,  and you should trust that i would let you.  ”

@en-bashira sent a prompt from ‘ nonverbal meme prompts ‘ for mitsuri !

There seemed to be fewer days like this. Days they could forget about the slaying of demons and planning Muzan’s demise. Mitsuri would like nothing more than to get rid of the demon king right now, but there were days she knew all she wanted to do was sit in a sunny patch of grass and nap. So when she got to spend days like these with important people Mitsuri really treasured them.

As she and Kyojuro caught up with each other, they happened to be walking right into a field of magnificent flowers, something which easily caught her eye and silenced her. The flame hashira must have noticed, hence his action of plucking one nearby and tucking it behind her ear. The gesture, soft and warm, melted her heart. A large smile spread across her lips as she reaches up to gingerly brush her fingers over the petals.

“Thank you so much, Kyo-san! Let me go fetch you one!”

Turning on her heel, Mitsuri races off deep into the field. She’s gone for a total of ten minutes, really digging deep to find the most perfect flower. When she does return she’s holding one behind her back, though the leaves are protruding out from behind her and it seems to be rather large, though her smile is largest.