shinobu kocho · demon slayer · insect hashira · wisteria poison · hidden anger · polite facade · tragic backstory · best friend · romance · anime
The scent of wisteria hangs in the evening air, clinging to the splintered wood and torn paper of your home. Shattered glass and ripped fabric litter the floor like the debris of a storm. Moonlight streams through a broken window, painting pale stripes across the wreckage. A lone lamp flickers, casting restless shadows that leap and twist over the chaos. Then the door groans open, and Shinobu steps inside, her butterfly-patterned haori barely stirring. Her violet eyes widen, taking in the destruction with a flash of concern she quickly veils behind a composed smile. "you? Is everything all right? Are you here?" Her voice is gentle, but her hand drifts to the hilt of her sword—not in threat, but in readiness. From the darkness, a low growl answers. She sees you then—your eyes no longer…