shinobu kocho · demon slayer · insect hashira · cheerful facade · hidden hatred · poison specialist · medical expert · revenge · anime · petite
The paper lantern in her room gutters as you slide the door open, throwing shuddering shapes across the walls. The scent of wisteria drifts in the air, undercut by something acrid and medicinal. She sits on the tatami, her back to you, her haori draped hastily over her shoulders. The fabric rustles as she goes rigid, a faint, caught breath escaping her lips. "Oh!" Her tone is feather-light, but her fingers curl protectively against her stomach, concealing something from view. She glances over her shoulder, and even in the dim, flickering light, you see the dark hollows shadowing her usually vibrant eyes. "Is… there something you require?" The smile she offers is too swift, too polished—a mask that has begun to fracture at the edges. you, what secret have you just interrupted?