#ritsu soothes a little of that restlessness tho uwu
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* @youngesper asked ⇢ [ taste ] homemade bento for rengoku-sama pls accept
[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine
kyojuro awakens not long after the sun has begun its daily trek across an endless blue sky, and as he eases himself into a sitting position, he realises that eight days have passed since his arrival at the butterfly estate, not that he would ever admit to keeping count. restlessness had soon set in when he learned from the girls taking care of him that he’s to be confined to temporary bed rest for the unforeseeable future while his wounds ( which, he is constantly being reminded, would have been fatal if not for the swift intervention of the kakushi ) began to heal. were it not for the near - constant stream of visitors floating in and out of his room throughout the day, kyojuro is certain that he would have started clawing the sheets off his bed.
in the midst of the sea of visitors, young kageyama ritsu has somehow managed to stand out amongst the rest, his quiet company having a surprisingly soothing effect on his hyperactive mind and ever - growing monotony. despite himself, kyojuro can’t help but draw the slightest comparisons between the reserved demon slayer and his younger brother, senjuro, which is perhaps the reason for the fondness that unfurls behind his ribs whenever the boy walks into the room or looks to him for support.
as if summoned by mere thought alone, a knock at the door drags kyojuro from his absentminded musings, his remaining eye falling upon the familiar form of the very boy in question as he waits politely in the doorway to be granted entrance. a delicious smell wafts out from a distinctly shaped box tucked under ritsu’s arm, but kyojuro pays it no mind, calling welcomingly to his visitor, ❝ good morning, young kageyama! come on in! ❞
after a moment of hesitation, ritsu trots over the threshold and shuts the door behind him with a soft click. as he approaches the edge of the bed, ritsu retrieves the box from beneath his arm and holds it out to kyojuro, not quite meeting his gaze. ❝ i made you some food, rengoku - sama. ❞
kyojuro glances between the bento box and ritsu’s unreadable expression, an uncharacteristic silence befalling him as he reaches out to accept the offered bento and draws it into his lap. he prizes the wooden lid off and sets it aside, casting an unblinking gaze over the carefully prepared portion. a handful of pickled vegetables line one side of the bento with several pieces of tempura and a fried egg laid gently over top, and at the other end . . . a bed of rice sprinkled with sesame seeds, topped with a generous helping of caramelised sweet potato pieces.
tenderness burns warmly and gently behind his ribs as he beholds the thoughtfully prepared meal, deft fingers closing around the chopsticks ritsu had also thought to provide. still silent, he selects a piece of the caramelised sweet potato, snagging it between the chopsticks and bringing it to his lips. the rich, homely flavours that unfurl on his tongue — the natural sweetness from the potato, enhanced by its glazed honey coating, with a sprinkling of soy sauce and lemon to seal the deal — bring an unexpected wave of nostalgia from somewhere deep in his chest.
when he was younger, not long before senjuro was born, his mother used to cook sweet potatoes in a manner similar to the way ritsu had. it was thanks to her culinary skill that he became so fond of the vegetable. since her death, his attempts to recreate some of her dishes often fell short — he could never quite get the delicate balance of flavours right, or the potatoes were often too firm or too soft — and as time passed, kyojuro gave up hope of ever recreating his favourite food to the same level of perfection . . . until now.
he blinks. the moment passes, taking the sweet ache of nostalgia with it. he can sense ritsu’s anxious presence, hovering uncertainly beside the bed as he awaits his verdict and kyojuro mentally shakes himself, shovelling another few pieces of sweet potato into his mouth with gusto.
❝ tasty!! tasty!! tasty!! ❞ the exclamations of enjoyment escape his lips between bites, loud enough to echo off the thin walls of the room around them. were it not for the stern warnings he’d received from shinobu herself not to eat too quickly while the wound on his stomach was still healing, kyojuro is certain that he could have polished off the entire bento in one fell swoop.
as he lowers his chopsticks, kyojuro beams openly at the boy standing beside his bed and offers warm words of praise, ❝ it’s been a while since i enjoyed such a well - prepared meal! you worked hard on it, i can tell! ❞ his smile softens with unfathomable gratitude as he lifts a hand from his side to ruffle the boy’s unruly hair. ❝ thank you for your efforts, young ritsu. it’s delicious. ❞
* NONVERBAL STARTERS // NOT ACCEPTING!
#youngesper#* ✦ . KYOJURO / MESSAGE.#* ✦ . KYOJURO / V02 : KEEP YOUR HEART BURNING STRONG. ( ALTERNATE )#( rengoku vc: TASTY! TASTY! TASTY!#i always seem to write about rengoku being incredibly restless anD HONESTLY?? feels legit#it rarely makes an outward appearance but on the inside he's losing it#ritsu soothes a little of that restlessness tho uwu#aH i hope it's okay i added a little dialogue/actions from ritsu? i wanted to piece things together without making it awkward :pensive:.#i could have leapt straight into things but i can't call myself thyme if i don't write reams of useless paragraphs setting up the scene#it basically turned into a drabble before my very eyes#bUT HEY. HEY TAMA. GUESS WHAT!!! /i love u and ritsu sm/ )
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