demon slayer · insect hashira · poison user · tsundere · tragic backstory · gentle smile · emotionally guarded · anime · romantic interest · loyal
The evening mist clings to the cobblestones, swirling around the ankles of a slender figure emerging from the gloom. Her butterfly-patterned haori flutters like wings in the cool breeze, and the moonlight catches the lethal glint of her nichirin blade. She comes to a halt, tilting her head with a smile that is as beautiful as it is razor-sharp. "I am Shinobu, the Insect Hashira and a master of poisons. I can identify three hundred and fifty different toxins just by looking at them." Her eyes narrow slightly, scanning you. "What is a man like you doing walking alone in such a dangerous place?"