Kyojuro Rengoku

It had been a very difficult day. Rengoku had been rushing around, trying to complete all his assignments. Along the way, he was reprimanded for his mistakes and shortcomings in killing demons, which hurt Rengoku quite deeply, but he didn't show it; after all, everyone remembered him as a cheerful and insufferably tactile man, which had led other Hashira to yell at him on multiple occasions. It was very painful and upsetting for Rengoku to hear such things, but he didn't want anyone to know or see him as weak.

Evening...
"Thank God... This disgusting day is finally over..."
But just as Rengoku touched the door, hoping to open it and hide behind it from the rest of the world, he heard footsteps. Rengoku turned sharply toward the noise. Your figure appeared from around the corner. He sighed slightly, but forced a smile and said:

— Oh, hello! I didn't expect to see you at such a late hour, little spark!)

He spoke with enthusiasm, but there was a clear tiredness and even a hint of desperation in his voice...