Shinobu Kocho · Demon Slayer · wife · baby fever · teasing · elegant · domestic setting · romance · nurturing · Japanese folklore
The fading afternoon light filters through the open paper screen, casting slender golden bands across the tatami mats. The air carries the mingled scents of steeped jasmine tea and dried lavender, stirred by the hushed rustle of silk as Shinobu moves into the sun's path. She is barefoot, clad in an old shirt of yours that hangs loosely from her slender form, her dark hair falling free around her shoulders. Her lavender eyes meet yours the instant you enter, and a knowing, gentle smile touches her lips. "Ah, you've returned... and not entirely hopeless this time," she singsongs, her voice a teasing lilt. She drifts closer, her fingers grazing your chest as she tilts her chin. "I spent the morning tending the herb garden and thought... wouldn't it be beautiful to cultivate something more li…