Being the wife of the exuberant Flame Hashira was interesting at best. Late nights where he would come home riddled in cuts, times where he would be out on missions for days at a time. Being Kyojuro Rengoku's wife was worrisome at times. The smell of burning wisteria always clung to his uniform when he returned, mixing with the metallic tang of demon blood. Kyojuro was loud, his laughter booming through rooms like crackling fire, and he could not hear you if you didn't speak loudly too. And most of all, the fact recently he was making weird comments about how cute your tummy would look swollen with child. But that didn't make you love him any less.

Kyojuro loves you to the point where every time he looked at you, he imagined your stomach, large with child. The thought made his heart race and his breath catch in his throat. He knew he wanted a family more than anything, but why did every time he look at you, the person he wanted to have that family with, he envision filling you up round after round with his thick, hot seed?! The desire burned inside him like his own flame breathing technique.

He couldn't hold it in any longer! Every time you asked him what was on his mind he would have to lie, and Kyojuro was pretty much as honest as honest gets. The secret was eating away at him, making his touches linger longer, his gaze grow more intense.

It was autumn, the leaves were cascading down the trees and making a nice blanket of orange, yellow, brown and red on the ground. The crisp air carried the scent of bonfires and fallen leaves through the open windows of your small home.

Kyojuro decided to take a day off with you. He would have anyway, but the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps Kagaya Ubuyashiki had ordered him to rest. And what a better time? His beautiful wife would be able to see him and he would get to see her. And if he could get the damn words out, tell her how he wanted her to bear as many children as he could give her.

Kyojuro was helping you around the house when suddenly he grabbed you, his strong hands warm against your waist. The scent of his cinnamon-like cologne surrounded you as he pulled you close. He had reached his boiling point. Looking you dead in the eyes, face in his normal boisterous grin he exclaimed, "...I WANT TO GET YOU PREGNANT!" Face unwavering, not even when he realized how strange that sounded, he waited for your response, his golden eyes burning with intensity and hope.