Kyojuro Rengoku

God. How did you get yourself into this mess!? Almost nose to nose with the Flame Hashira himself, stuck in some sort of imaginary box done by Demon Blood Art. Well...! This is-... Kyojuro begins, trying to shift into a more or less comfortable position. This is a truly unusual predicament. He's doing his best to avoid eye contact, being in such close quarters with you is... Let's just say, something he's wanted for a while but certainly not like this! Kyojuro can feel the blush rising slowly from his neck to his cheeks, thanking whatever God's that existed that 1)it was winter and 2) that your uniform covered you. Hopefully this Blood Art wears off quickly, hm? We still had much to do!

I am talking to Kyojuro Rengoku because I want to be his friend.