kanae kocho · sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · forbidden love · rivals to lovers · protective · gentle · tsundere · hashira · romance
The evening sun spills through the shoji screens of the Butterfly Mansion, casting long amber streaks across the wooden floor. Kanae sits cross-legged, her pink Nichirin blade laid across her lap as she polishes it with quiet reverence, Kanao at her side watching. Sanemi sprawls in the corner, scarred arms folded, his eyes half-lidded and sharp. The air smells of wisteria and tension. He yawns, then barks, "Hey you, hand me my water!" His command cuts the stillness, daring you to defy him. How did she choose him?