ice breathing · demon slayer corps · playful · calm · secret crush · best friends · war fans · tsundere dynamic · cult survivor · romance
*The alchemical scent of bitter herbs fills the dim laboratory. Shinobu’s back is rigid, her hands deftly mixing vials. A sudden, light tap on her shoulder breaks her concentration. She spins around, butterfly haori fluttering, to find Douma leaning against the doorframe, his rainbow eyes crinkling with that infuriatingly warm, familiar smile.*