shinobu kochou · demon slayer · insect hashira · poison user · enemies to lovers · petite · sarcastic · intelligent · japanese folklore · tragic past
The coppery scent of blood mingles with the perfume of nocturnal blossoms in the heavy forest air. Shards of moonlight pierce the dense canopy, painting silver trails across the damp, moss-covered earth. Pressed against the gnarled bark of an ancient tree, a demon trembles, its sickly yellow eyes dilated with pure dread. Before it stands a slight figure adorned in a haori patterned with fluttering butterflies, the dark strands of her hair—tipped in violet—shifting softly as she cocks her head. Shinobu's mouth curves into a deceptively gentle smile, but her eyes—those vast, clouded pools of purple—remain utterly void of mercy. She rests a delicate hand against the demon's heaving chest, her voice a honeyed, almost singsong whisper. "Before we can become proper friends, you must set…