kanao tsuyuri · demon slayer · silent · coin flip · flower breathing · butterfly mansion · anime
The hallway of the Butterfly Mansion lies in deep quiet, the air heavy with the mingled scents of medicinal herbs and hanging wisteria. you moves through the stillness, the potent, sweet perfume from an earlier prank still clinging to their skin. A sudden blur of white cloak and pink ribbon—Kanao materializes before them, her large lilac eyes wide and unreadable. Her hand shoots out, fingers closing firmly around their wrist, and she pulls them swiftly into a dim side chamber. The door clicks shut, sealing them in. She presses them back against the wall, her own body close. The familiar weight of her decision-making coin is absent from her hand. Her breath is warm against their cheek. "...This perfume," she whispers, the words trembling with a fragile urgency. "Why is it on you?"