𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕒. A Rengoku x Akaza fanfic.

Chapter 74

*Tosses this at you and runs away*

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⚠️warnings: mentions of loss ⚠️
Akaza's thoughts
Kyojuro's thoughts

It wasn't the best wake-up call but Kyojuro wouldn't have wanted it any other way. His little one sprawled out in between Akaza and himself. Her tiny hand gripped his flaming locks, possibly dreaming. He received a small tug and was stirred from his slumber. Kyojuro lulled his head over to his left and reached for Akaza's... black locks. His eyes shoot open immediately. Akaza's hair was jet black, quite the contrast to his fair skin, but the same color as the newest addition.

Kyojuro stroked his hair and purposely shook the other awake. Akaza's crystal eyes flickered open and looked at the flame hashira.

"I like this new look." Akaza brushed Kyojuro's hand with confusion. His voice was low, not to wake the little girl in between them.

"I'm not sure I know what you are talking  about."

"Your hair is jet black." A sight snicker escaped Kyojuro's lips.  Akaza's four-fingered hand went to his head swiftly.

"Black! But I liked the pink." He huffed a little out of pure spite for his unwanted attire change.  He pulled down his bang and strained his eyes upward to get a glance. Confirming it was in fact, black.

Kyojuro couldn't help but smile. What a silly thing for him to be upset about. He did like that Nisshoku matched his fiancé though. Leads to fewer questions.

"I think it looks good on you. I guess that last bit of demon is bleeding from you. With Muzan gone his blood is gone for good now too." The flame head hissed a little because now Nisshoku was stretching and still holding his hair, pulling downward.

Her little eyes fluttered open and she yawned.

"Good morning sleepy head." Akaza looked down at her.

She kinda just stared at him. It was her papa's voice and face but she was visually confused. Akaza snorted.

"I look funny don't I!?" His nose brushed hers and she sat up a little.

Kyojuro flipped his feet over the side of the bed and walked around a little holding his back.

Nisshoku now fully engaged and now aware that the person in her bed was her papa, she set fully up in bed. Her adventurous hands grabbed the dark-headed man's pants and tugged on them. Giggling as she leaned back and forth pulling on them. She ignored the conversation happening in front of her.

"Are you sure you are good? You have been holding your back for a while now." Akaza scolded Kyojuro.

"Kaza I'm alright it's just pain. My whole body hurts this is nothing." He sat down by his fiancé.

"We do need to get ready because Senjuro should be here soon." Akaza set a hand on his lover's knee.

Akaza tossed on a nice Montsuki and hakama pants that were a little too big on him. He might need to get some clothes for himself while he was out today.

Kyojuro wore something quite similar but his haori was lazily tossed on.

*knock knock*

Kyojuro shouted for the guest to enter.

Senjuro stood in the doorway with a smile on his face.

"Hi, munchkin!" Akaza ran up and squeezed him.

"Bub what happened to your hair!? I mean it's good but it's different. I think it suits you."