Charred Love- Rengoku x Reader

3: Wifely Duties

After a week of living in the Rengoku Residence, you started to get the hand of being a housewife and doing all the chores around the house. First, you would wake up, attend to your hygiene, cook breakfast, wash dishes, dust futons, wash floors and sweep the house, then you would make lunch, do laundry, start a the garden outside, and lastly prepare and serve dinner. The only free time you had was after dinner but even then Shinjuro always kept you on check and made sure you had something to do.
Living with him was a challenge, a hard one at that. Every time you entered his room to see what he needed he usually cursed you off. While you cried in your room, Senjuro was always there to comfort you.
Today was one of those days, you were balling your eyes out.

-Flashback hours before-

You walked up to Shinjuro's room and gently knocked on the door. "Shinjuro, I'm coming in."
You opened the sliding door and saw him flat on his back passed out. You didn't want him to get hurt so you gently nudged him. "Shinjuro, it's dangerous if you sleep this way!" You tried everything to get him to wake up, but nothing worked. So you gently picked him up until he grabbed you and flipped you. Now you were under him. He had his hands wrapped around your neck. You tried to push him away from you. Tears quickly formed in your eyes.
"What the hell are you doing! You always come in my room and act like you give a shit about me! Don't come back in my room again, whore." He got up and walked away.
You stood up and headed for your room for another crying session, Senjuro heard the noise and approached you. When he saw you crying his cheerful face was immediately replaced with sadness. He held your hand and walked with you.

-End of flashback-

"Y/N, I am so sorry, my dad can be so mean." Senjuro gently rubbed your back. "When my big brother comes back from his trip I'll tell him!"
You looked up at Senjuro, his worried eyes looked at yours. "No,no,no Senjuro, it's fine, let's just not bring it up again." Before Senjuro could disagree with your statement, Kyojuro walked in.
He eyes widened at the sight before him, he looked at your face and neck, he saw your neck had marks that looked like bruises. "Y/N, what happened!?" He quickly strode over to you and knelt down, as he took your hands in his, he waited for you to speak.
" I... I..." You couldn't speak, every time you had it would come out as sobs.
Then Senjuro spoke, " Y/N saw father passed out on his back and tried to get him into a safe position so he doesn't choke, but then father ended up choking her." He looked at his older brother with anxiety.
"Y/N, is that true?"
You looked up at him and nodded your head.
Kyojuro stood up and started to exit the room until you pleaded for him to not say anything.
"Please! It was my fault, I should've woken him up and not touch him without him knowing!" You jumped off the bed, sat on the floor and bowed. "Please... please! Don't say anything!" Your sobs became louder.
Kyojuro bent down and gently lifted you up from your kneeling position. "Oh, alright, I won't, just don't enter his room, okay."
You looked at his gentle eyes and sighed of relief. "Yes, I won't."

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After you had finished eating dinner you decided to clean yours and Kyojuro's room. As you were cleaning you found a bloody suit in the laundry basket. It was white and black. You backed away and quickly looked for Kyojuro.
You saw him eating the dinner you had made.
"Delicious!" Slurp... slurp... slurp.... "Yum!"
You called for Kyojuro, " Kyojuro! I need you to see this!" He looked at you with noodles in his mouth, his eyes wide. He finished what he had and walked over to you.
"What is it?"
He followed you to the bathroom and as you showed him the bloody suit, he had a funny look on his face. "Oh... my bad.... " he nervously laughed and walked to your bed and sat down, he patted the side next to him, signifying that he wanted you to sit.
You sat down and waited for him to speak.
" I don't think I've ever told you this before Y/N, but I'm a demon slayer, a flame hashira actually." Your eyes widened. "My father was a hashira as well, but he decided to retire." He smiled as he spoke. Although a demon slayer is such a risky—life threatening job, he spoke as if his life wasn't on the line every time he leaves on his "trips."
Your heart fluttered at his bravery. Once he was done talking, you spoke, " wow, that is... that explains a lot, no wonder you aren't here often."
He nodded at your comment and stood up, "well
Y/N, now that you know more about me, I want to know more about you, however I should probably bathe." As he headed for the bathroom you realized that he might be injured. "Wait!" He looked back.
"Let me run the bath for you" He silently gasped, his injury did hurt and therefore felt relieved by your offer. 
"Thank you, Y/N."