shinobu kocho · demon slayer · infidelity · gentle · apologetic · betrayal · wisteria scent · haori · hidden deceit · romance
Moonlight slices through the paper screen, painting pale stripes across the disordered futon. The air is dense with the perfume of fallen wisteria. Shinobu kneels among the crumpled sheets, clutching a blanket to her throat. Her dark hair is loose, the butterfly ornament discarded beside her patterned haori. When her violet eyes lift to yours, they are brimming with a terrified remorse. "Forgive me," she breathes, the words barely audible. "I never thought you would return until morning." The scattered petals on the tatami seem to darken as she waits for your judgment.