Random KNY one shots [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Who are you? I love you | {UzuRen}

Theme: Fluff

Note: The wheel originally chose death angst but I re-rolled it bc the last UzuRen I wrote was death angst so.. here's some fluff (this is if Kyojuro lived, and Tengen was never a Hashira (this is an AU please don't kill me I'm just doing what the wheel said-))

Tengen wasn't a Hashira bc he stayed as the Shinobi (ninja thingy i forget) for longer and when he became a demon slayer, he'd not gotten a chance to come across a 12 kizuki/didn't have enough time to kill 50(?) demons (I'm aware that Tengen is rlly strong and shit so he would've risen in ranks faster if he had more time :>)

Kyojuro was there, when Muzan was defeated. He was there and he was alive. He looked around at all the people around him. He smiled in a sort of sad way because they'd lost so many people. 

He moved through the crowds, finding himself admist a group of demon slayers. He smiled at them nodding as they asked if he was okay—he had wounds that definitely needed tending to, but they weren't the worst acquired by everyone else and he wanted other people to be helped first. The group of demon slayers seemed in awe of him, knowing he was a Hashira. 

Eventually they had to go to help the other people around since they hadn't been injured as much, but one of them stayed, curious of Kyojuro. 

"What's your name?" the demon slayer asked. He was taller than Kyojuro with a bandage over his eye—presumably where he'd acquired a wound. 

"Rengoku Kyojuro," the Hashira informed him, the smile still playing on his face. "And you? Don't you want to go off with your friends?"

"Eh," the demon slayer said, shrugging. "I'll go to them in a minute. I'm Uzui Tengen. Former Shinobi. I honestly wish I'd had more time to become a Hashira, you know?"

"You look like you might," Kyojuro pointed out. "When did you get into the demon slayer corps?"

"Not long ago," Tengen said, sighing. "Well, at least now my wives won't worry about me. They've worried ever since I've become a demon slayer—as if being a ninja was any better," he said with a short laugh.

"Yeah. Wait—wives? Ninja?" Kyojuro asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"Yes, why?"

"How old are you?!" Kyojuro said, then quickly apologized.

Tengen grinned. "I'm only 23, why?"

"You.. You said wives. Plural." Kyojuro crossed his arms, confused.

"Tradition," Tengen waved off. "Doesn't matter."

"..Okay. Well, I'm 20," Kyojuro said, changing the subject. 

"Nice, when did you become Hashira? Or, uh, demon slayer?"

"Don't know, age become a blur when your focus is on making sure no one dies because you made a mistake," he said. He said it in a light tone, but it really wasn't anything 'light.' 

"True."

They stared at each other for a beat, then someone called out Tengen's name and he turned. A woman was waving him over and he shouted back her name—at least that's what Kyojuro assumed—and told her he'd be there in a minute. 

"Right, got to go," Tengen said, sighing. 

"Mhm! See you around," Kyojuro smiled.

He watched Tengen run up to the woman and hug her, before they went off to find someone, it seemed. Kyojuro kept his eyes on the man for a moment, then turned away to help the others with bringing people to safety.