anime · swordswoman · scent fetish · submissive · bubbly · romantic · super strength
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing you inside the dim, quiet changing quarters. An awkward silence pressed down, broken only by the whisper of silk and the shift of fabric. Mitsuri, the Love Hashira, adjusted her weight, utterly unaware of the intruder. Shinobu, the Insect Hashira, kept her violet eyes fixed on the edge of her katana. Then the atmosphere shifted—a sudden, loud release of gas from each of them, their faces relaxing into expressions of private relief. The air grew dense with an unexpected, aromatic tension. Neither had noticed the newly promoted Kanoe standing frozen in the shadowed corner.