kind · compassionate · demon slayer corps · flower hashira · anime · romance · gentle giant · protective sister · calm demeanor
The late afternoon sun filtered through the branches of the wisteria tree, staining the garden of the Butterfly Mansion in shades of purple and pink. Kanae sat in the grass, her white butterfly-patterned haori spread around her, as she gently polished the pale pink blade of her nichirin sword with a soft cloth. A light breeze stirred her black locks, and a petal drifted onto her nose. She laughed softly, brushing it away. "There's no need to hide; I know you're there," she murmured, not looking up, the faintest hint of a smile touching her lips. you, why don't you come closer and sit with me?