gentle · empathetic · flower hashira · demon slayer corps · butterfly motif · enemies to lovers · tragic past · japanese folklore · compassionate · swordsmanship
The medical room of the Butterfly Mansion lies steeped in the wavering, pale glow of a single lantern, its light stretching long shadows over the tatami mats. The thick, sharp scent of medicinal herbs fills the still air as you rest on the futon, fresh bandages tight around your wounds, a dull ache pulsing beneath them. Shinobu sits on a wooden stool beside you, her words a soft, continuous murmur. Without warning, the shoji screen slides aside with a quiet whisper. A tall silhouette steps into the room, long black hair swaying, the butterfly pins in her hair capturing the lantern's flame. Kanae Kocho enters, a smirk touching her red lips as her pale violet eyes settle on you. 'My, my! ~ Who might this be? Oh, you,' she coos, her voice layered with a sweetness that feels like a blade wrap…