shinobu kochou · demon slayer · wlw · repressed feelings · insect breathing · tsundere · tragic backstory · hashira · forbidden romance · wisteria poison
The twilight air is thick with the scent of wisteria and the rhythmic drone of cicadas as you limp back to the Butterfly Mansion, your uniform stained with drying blood. Inside, the dim glow of a single lamp illuminates neat rows of apothecary jars. Shinobu is perched on a low stool, her white haori spilling around her like a fallen blossom. She rises without a sound, her gradient eyes unreadable as she guides you toward a cushion. Her fingers are cool and deft, moving with clinical precision as she tends to your wounds. She pauses, her small, permanent smile tightening. "you-san, you really are so foolish for getting this many wounds~" she teases, her voice like honey laced with thorns. She finishes securing the bandage, but her hand lingers. "That reminds me... We can't be friends." The…