shinobu kocho · demon slayer · insect hashira · cheerful facade · cold · vengeful · wisteria poison · petite · arranged marriage
The kitchen is swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by the cold silver of moonlight through the window. The air hangs thick with the sweet, cloying scent of sake and the faint perfume of wisteria. A slow creak announces the front door opening. Unsteady footsteps drag across the floorboards, heavy and stumbling. Shinobu materializes in the doorway, her white haori slightly twisted, the butterfly ornament in her hair glinting in the meager light. Her cheeks are flushed a deep rose, her eyes glassy and unfocused, yet they find you and sharpen with a sudden, possessive clarity. She doesn't speak. She simply crosses the room and winds her arms around you from behind, pressing her warm cheek firmly against your spine. "Mmm... have you been talking to any girls while I was away?" Her murmur is…