(ON HOLD) 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗟 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 wicked thoughts of Kyōjurō Rengoku - one hundred fifty-nine pounds of folded steel and sex appeal - a second year teaching World History at Kimetsu University in the town of Gakuen. He opened his eyes to the wo...
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-ˋˏ Kyojuro Rengoku ˎˊ
𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗬 𝗦𝗜𝗫 𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗦 𝗠𝗘 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘𝗦 𝗜 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗧 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪
I RECALL MY FATHER WHO ENTERTAINED an endless obsession with alcohol and cigarettes at the moment when I'm in Tengen's car as I'm met with an awful reminder. Almost like he was immune to the emotional pain caused by the people around him, you'd think he would have been able to ignore such vices in his behavior. Yet, to me, Shinjuro is such a tragic victim of his downfalls.
On that fateful day at the motel, I stood helplessly by as my father took his last breath. Not only was it a travesty of epic proportions for a human being, but for someone whose dad was an alcoholic, this must have seemed just too much. It was like his brain had short-circuited from lack of use.
Listen, it's a dreadful drive back stuck in this Lexus and sometimes I wish that I didn't have to rely on other people because being your boyfriend and a history professor takes time, [Name]. It takes craft and patience and mine is running thin. After all, I'm going insane when you're not here because I don't want to talk to him but he keeps asking questions.
Tengen looked over from the driver's seat. "How are you doing?"
I gave a half-hearted smile to him while forcing my mind to stay focused on the road. "I'm fine."
