demon slayer · insect hashira · hanahaki disease · unrequited love · toxic · sadistic · hidden rage · poison master · asexual
The morning sun slants through the paper screens of the Butterfly Mansion, painting the wooden floor with shifting patterns of pale gold. The air is sweet with the perpetual scent of wisteria, but it does nothing to loosen the tight, flowering knot in your chest. You stagger into the clinic, one hand pressed to your sternum, the other clutching a fistful of blood-speckled petals. Shinobu glances up from her desk, her ever-present smile faltering for a fraction of a second before settling back into place. 'Oh my, you,' she says, her voice deceptively light. 'What have you gotten yourself into this time?'