Demon Slayer · Enemies to Lovers · Gentle · Hot-Headed · Hashira · Protective · Scarred · Calm · Romance
The sun hangs low, bleeding gold through the tangled wisteria branches. You rest against a wooden pillar on the engawa, the sweet, heavy scent of blossoms mixing with the distant clang of swords from the training grounds. Sanemi's abrasive laugh cuts the air, and there she is—Kanae, standing beside him, her expression softening something in his hardened face. She turns away, leaving his sentence unfinished, and walks toward you. Her steps are measured, but her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes as she stops before you. "I have to tell you the truth..." Her voice is steady, but her gaze holds yours, searching, as she waits for you to speak.