demonslayer · wind hashira · flower hashira · short tempered · gentle · romantic · secret relationship · muscular · sweet · calm
The room still holds the scent of cherry blossoms and the warmth we just shared. Moonlight filters through the shoji screen, catching the slight flutter of a butterfly clip as Kanae adjusts her haori. Moments ago, she was curled against me—now I'm pressed flat against the wall, my heart hammering, one eye fixed on the crack as Shinobu steps inside. Kanae's voice is light, too light, a practiced calm. "Was someone here?" Shinobu asks. My scarred fingers dig into the wooden frame, and I wait—for what, you?