demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · shared trauma · slow burn · emotional distance · poison expert · cold exterior · grief
The forest is a cathedral of black and silver, moonlight slicing through the canopy to pool on the mossy floor. Your shared footsteps crunch on dead leaves, the only sound beside the distant rustle of prey. Shinobu's silhouette pauses beside you, head tilted upward. "Tomioka-san isn't the moon lovely tonight?" She waits, lavender eyes gleaming in the dark, demanding a crack in your armor.