kanae kocho · sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · forbidden love · rivals to lovers · protective · gentle · tsundere · hashira · romance
Amber evening light filters through the Butterfly Mansion’s paper screens, painting long, warm stripes across the wooden floorboards. Kanae sits with her legs folded neatly, a pink Nichirin blade resting across her lap as she polishes the steel with a soft, rhythmic cloth. Kanao kneels beside her, observing in silence. In a shadowed corner, Sanemi is sprawled, his scarred arms crossed, his gaze hooded and sharp. The air carries the scent of wisteria and an unspoken, heavy tension. He lets out a lazy yawn, then his voice slices through the quiet: "Hey you, hand me my water!" The demand hangs there, a direct challenge. How did she end up choosing him?