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Hi there <3 I was wondering if I could request a fic with Kyojuro? Perhaps about him who is now older and had survived mugen train and the whole muzan ordeal. He gets surprised when he notices his wife has grey hairs, wrinkles, typical signs of growing older and gets a little sappy about it. Just the two of them, retired hashiras enjoying growing older with each other :) I hope this isn’t too much of an ask 🩷

As the years go by

Kyojuro is now properly admiring all your beautiful aging features in the morning light.

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x fem!reader

Note: Before you read this fic, please go check out @erexart ! She really makes amazing art and made the banner of this fic, I’m so so honoured to receive something like this :,) I hope you enjoy this, I really tried to make your request and art justice.

Every morning before you wake up, Kyojuro takes his time to take in your sleeping face. These not your most graceful moments. Sometimes you drool onto the pillow below, sometimes your face gets all squished up by resting all your weight on it. You’d be embarrassed if he would described all the faces he’d seen you do before, but to him, you’re beautiful in every way and sleeping position. But this morning was different. Kyojuro was silently watching you breathe in and out and how your chest is rising and falling, his fingers carefully brushing through your hair. He leaned forward and held your hair up to his nose, taking a deep breath. His eyes silently wandered over your face and hair. The morning sun perfectly illuminated all your best features.

His eyes widened slightly as your husband noticed a few grey hairs in your hair. Yes, Kyojuro has been taking some time out of his morning just to stare at you like a lovesick teenager, but he never actually noticed any of the aging that happened over the years. He carefully ran his fingers through your hair, making sure to take time to admire your silver strands up close. Those fee grey hairs may not mean a lot to you, but to him, they are proof of your many years of marriage. Truthfully, he’s probably the reason you got them in the first place. Lately, his old injuries have been flaming up again and you got incredibly worried and fuzzy over him. Your smile disappears every time Kyojuro groans when he stands up, worrying that he’s in pain. Worry doesn’t suit your feature at all.

Your features, your face… they also changed over the years. He continued to brush his fingers through your soft hair, his focus shifting towards your gorgeous face. Although his vision worsened in his left eye ever since his fight against Upper Moon Three, but oh, your laugh lines that surround your lips and how they crinkle everytime you smile are a sight for sore eyes. Your smile is the most beautiful thing in the whole entire world and he’ll gladly endure a little pain to stare a while longer, even if you scold him to oblivion when he does. Once the edges of your lips start to lift and those laugh lines become even more visible, Kyojuro’s pain washed away, his whole body feeling floaty and warm. He was grinning to himself while replaying the sound of your laugh inside his mind over and over. That was the sound he fell in love with all these years ago during his younger years as a hashira. You just were sworn into the corps as a brand new hashira and Kyojuro was the first to talk to you. The conversation almost took hours as you two talked about everying but the duties of a hashira, the reason your husband wanted to talk to you in the first place. Your smile, your laugh, gods. He really fell head over heels for you all that time ago and it never went away, did it?

You were starting to shift in your sleep, stretching your arms above your head. Kyojuro smiled softly at your sleepy murmurs. You were seemingly complaining about the sun shining directly at your face and at the audacity of your husband to not shield you from it. He leaned in and pressed you a couple of warm kiss onto your cheek.

“You look absolutely beautiful. Aging suits you perfectly, my flame.”

His voice was still raspy from the sleep. You finally opened your eyes and wrapped your arms around his now a little softer torso. Over the years of not training (and not really needing it anymore), your husband’s muscles slowly started to soften up more and more. Now, they’re perfect pillows. You shifted closer and gently cupped his cheek.

“You stalker. You’re always staring at me when I’m asleep.”

You grinned tiredly while caressing his soft skin. Kyojuro laughed quietly and nuzzled into your hand, placing kisses all over your palm. His expression shifted from pure love to sombreness. He silently stared at your gorgeous face.

“We have changed, haven’t we, love?”

His voice grew a little quieter. Your sleepy smile shifted into one of worry, your hand unmoving and still holding his cheek.

“Do you.. mean it in a good way?”

Your husband’s expression softened and his smile was reaching all the way to the corner of his eyes. He nodded quietly and grabber your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Yes. Thank you for staying by my side for so long.”

You grinned and pulled yourself closer to him and placed a soft kiss onto his jaw, making him blush just a little. Yes, he’s forever grateful for staying by his side for all this time and is honoured to be able to watch you age so gracefully.

“I love you. So, so much…”

Sometimes Kyojuro wonders what you think about his softening of muscle, appearance of grey streaks in his usually bright hair and wrinkles on his face…