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"Just leave. I don't want to see you right now." For Ren

Okay, thank you for requesting, lovie. Hope you enjoy this one. It's different than what I usually do, so I hope it's not too bad!

Hum, also I don’t even know where this idea even came from. Don’t come for me if something is wrong please-

Do I think Kyoujuro would ever cheat? No. But for now let’s just pretend.

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Warning(s): Cheating, angst, some spoilers, mentions of postpartum depression, i lowkey hate this one

Kyoujuro Rengoku x Reader : "Just leave. I don't want to see you right now." [Angst Prompt #2]

Kyoujuro should have known. Like always, his actions always did come back to bite him in the ass.

It started out as an accident. Kyoujuro had never had any interest in the female Slayers before. There was a lot of them, he knew, but there was nothing particularly special about them.

His wife, his sweet and gentle wife, who had loved and cared for him when he felt that nobody else did, had lost the baby.

He knew that he couldn’t blame her for that. From day one, Shinobu had said that the pregnancy was going to be difficult, if not deadly. Still, they decided to go through with it, and Kyoujuro had felt nothing but intense love and excitement whenever his wife agreed to that. He knew she was scared. She had every right to be, but they were going to be parents! Certainly nothing could go wrong with that.

When he received a letter from Shinobu, six months into the pregnancy, he knew something was wrong. Very wrong.

(Y/n) sounded like she was in such pain, but they wouldn’t let him in despite him asking a million times. The delivery was rough, and long, taking nearly all day and all night to complete. Still, Kyoujuro didn’t move from where he waited in the hallway, going as far as to fall asleep against the wall so that they wouldn’t tell him to leave again.

His wife’s shouts quieted, but he heard no baby in their stead. Fifteen minutes later, Shinobu walked out to break the news to him.

It was a premature birth, he knew that much. (Y/n)’s body simply wasn’t ready to handle the complications that pregnancy could entail, and she went into labour early. The strain was too much for the baby, who passed soon after being born.

“She’s blaming herself for this,” Shinobu told him, “Please try and comfort her. Her body is very weak, and she cannot go through this all on her own. It would be unhealthy.”

It took three days for him to convince his wife to even sit up in bed. It took a week for her to stand. God knows how long it had been since she had smiled at him at all. Her mood was getting worse, and he was losing his patience with her. Still, every sharp look from Shinobu or her tsuguko reminded him of one thing: This was not her fault.

Kyoujuro would have liked to say that he did try his best to comfort her, but looking back on it, they were weak attempts. Tomioka could have done better. Scratch that. Tomioka did do better than him.

“Why do you think he doesn’t care about you?” He heard Giyuu say, sitting out on the engawa with his wife one morning. Kyoujuro didn’t usually eavesdrop, but this time, he felt a need to do just that.

“Kyoujuro has always wanted children,” (Y/n) told him, sounding so quiet and frail that it made his heart crack, “I feel like a useless wife for not being able to do that for him. It’s my fault. I-”

“You should have been more careful? You could never have known what was going to happen. It was your first pregnancy.”

Despite never talking to Tomioka, Kyoujuro was partially surprised that he seemed to know so much. Or, he was very good at pretending that he knew so much.

“Don’t blame yourself for things like that,” Giyuu muttered, “It will only make forgiving yourself even harder.”

The next day, when Kyoujuro came to visit, he was pleasantly surprised that (Y/n) agreed to the walk he offered, rather than just turning away and sighing again.

For a while, it seemed that she was getting better. Much better. She was eating, and going back to being his cute, gentle wife, who would do absolutely nothing to harm anyone at all. She was amazing to him, being so strong after such a tragic accident.

But she still wasn’t the same. Touches didn’t linger the way they used to. Sweet words that used to make her smile would win him a tight grin, before she suddenly found herself tired. She trusted him with little, even if it was menial things, such as household chores or writing. She learned how to do it herself. Even her warmth was different, despite the fact that she still preferred to bury her face into Kyoujuro’s chest when they slept. Her body froze him solid, as if fear was taking over his veins.

At three months, he became weak to the affections of other Demon Slayer women.

He would have liked to say that it was an accident, but it wasn’t. He didn’t even know the girl who had warmed his bed that fateful night, but he didn’t care. Anything to get rid of the chill his wife left on his person. It was only one night, but it was the one night that would ruin his life for good. He spent another three months keeping the affair secret, with (Y/n) blissfully unaware of her husband’s virtue slipping through his own fingers. Three months was a long time, but it was not long enough to scrub the guilt from Kyoujuro’s mind, as it still ate at him constantly.

“I’m home!” Kyoujuro called, slipping his sandals off as he entered the house. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but the tense air sparked anxiety inside of Kyoujuro. There was never a quiet moment in their home, seeing as (Y/n) spent most of her time inside. It was strange for the estate to be void of silence, save for the sound of Senjuro moving around inside his room.

Stepping our to the courtyard of the estate, Kyoujuro was met with the soft smell of green tea, obviously brewed a while before he came home. It led him to (Y/n), his wife sitting calmly out on the engawa, a book settled into her lap. He hadn’t seen her read much before, which should have been a warning sign itself. But, as always, Kyoujuro was an optimist. He was looking on the bright side, trying not to think about what might happen if (Y/n) found out something incriminating about him.

When he noticed that she didn’t have her wedding ring on, it should have tipped him off. But it didn’t. After the failed delivery, (Y/n) was prone to losing or misplacing things, even with their house as clean as it was. Senjuro, being the good younger brother that he was, always managed to find it in a matter of minutes. Perhaps she had simply dropped it somewhere and not noticed yet. They would look for it in a while.

“Kyoujuro,” she called, sweet voice embedded with something unfamiliar, “come sit. We have to talk.”

For once in his life, Kyoujuro felt a sinking sense of fear, as he sat beside his wife calmly. She looked to be at peace, sipping her tea silently as he stayed in her company. He wished that she would say something, anything, that would get his mind out of the gutter. Something stupid or random that would bring his thoughts away from ever fickle thing he had done.

“Let’s talk,” (Y/n) finally said, turning to Kyoujuro expectantly. Rather than say anything, Kyoujuro kept silent, hoping that she couldn’t sense his nerves.

Despite her calm nature, there was an obvious tension in (Y/n)’s heart. She had gone months without knowing of the situation. Kyoujuro had lied to her countless times, yet she still felt nothing but love for the man. However, this love was tainted by distrust and secrets. Secrets that had been kept from her for far too long.

“How long have you been seeing that girl?” she asked him, swishing her tea around in the cup. It had long since gone cold, but that didn’t stop her from drinking it. She had always liked her green tea to be cold, anyways. Always let it sit for half an hour before drinking it, because hot drinks were never her favourite.

“What do you mean?”

“The girl that you had an affair with. How long have you been seeing her?”

Kyoujuro simply couldn’t believe it. How had she found out? Nobody told her, certainly. Nobody else but him and the girl knew, so how did she know? Still, if she knew something, it would be useless to lie. It would be stupid to lie. He couldn’t do that.

“It was only once,” he mumbled, as if the fact that he still had the guts to cheat on her once would help his case at all. His wife scoffed, standing up to pace on the engawa. She was irritated, and angry, but what could he do? She didn’t deserve the king of treatment she was given.

“I married you because I loved you,” (Y/n) said quietly, “I had your baby because I loved you. Maybe it was all just me. Maybe that wasn’t enough to keep you from doing something so awful.”

Cringing at the fact, Kyoujuro was quick to grab her hand. “(Y/n), love, please listen to me. We can fix this, can’t we?”

“No,” she replied simply, wrenching her arm from his grip, “The fact is; you had the gall to cheat on me and act as if it had never happened. That’s bad enough as it is.”

“(Y/n), we can work this out. Please! I love you!”

“You stopped loving me the minute that you felt you had the right to invite another girl into our bed!” (Y/n) cried, gesticulating wildly. Her heart hammered painfully, but she would not allow herself to cry in front of him. No. He didn’t deserve such leisure treatment.

“I’m sorry...”

The woman groaned, slapping a hand to her face. “Just leave,” she told him, “I don’t want to see you right now. Or ever again, in fact. My stuff is already gone, and someone’s picking me up later-”

“You’re leaving.”

“Don’t even think of breathing in my direction while I’m still here,” the woman seethed, brushing her loose hairs from her face, “We’re done, Rengoku, let’s be adults and move on.”

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