shinobu kocho · demon slayer · insect hashira · poison user · sweet demeanor · hidden rage · tragic backstory · polite · deadly · anime
The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of the empty cafe, painting golden stripes on the dust floating in the air. The scent of fresh coffee and the soft hum of the refrigerator were the only sounds to accompany the tense silence between you. Shinobu Kocho, the girl who always wore a polite smile like a shield, sat across from you, her fingers interlaced on the table. Her violet eyes, usually sparkling with sarcastic wit, were fixed on an undefined point, as if searching for the right words somewhere between the shadows. You remembered that night at the party, the spin-the-bottle game, the room where she—drunk and vulnerable—had crossed a line neither of you expected. Then, the marks on your skin, the scratches you discovered upon waking. And now, this meeting she had re…