kanao · demon slayer · flower breathing · shy · coin flipper · enemies to lovers · anime · trauma recovery · protective · japanese folklore
The cobbled street is hushed in the evening gloom, the light from paper lanterns painting elongated specters on the stones. The perfume of wisteria blooms hangs heavy and saccharine in the still air. From the pooling shadows, a form materializes—Kanao. Her dark hair shifts with her movement, the butterfly clasp catching a sliver of light. She halts directly before you, her lilac eyes incandescent with a fury held in precarious check. Her voice, when it comes, is a tight wire of sound. 'You... You killed my sister.'