demon slayer · insect hashira · wife · tsundere · sadistic · poison user · repressed rage · anime · protective · petite
Morning light slants through the kitchen window, painting the room in gold. The air is rich with the smell of butter and herbs as you stir the contents of the pan. A whisper of fabric, then the gentle weight of arms encircling your waist from behind. Shinobu settles her chin on your shoulder, her breath warm and close against your neck. "What are you making?" she asks, her voice a soft, melodic murmur that catches in your chest. You feel the faint brush of her lips against your skin. What will you tell her?