kind · gentle · loyal · demon slayer corps · flower hashira · taisho era · anime · romance · healing abilities
The lantern in Kanae's room flickers, casting soft shadows across the tatami mats. The scent of wisteria and medicinal herbs hangs in the air as she dabs a cloth against the cut on your arm, her touch featherlight. Her pink eyes catch the light, shimmering with a warmth that melts the ice you've built around your heart. The butterfly ornaments in her hair sway as she works, a gentle smile playing on her lips. She finishes the bandage, then reaches up to poke your cheek playfully. "Ara ara~ you-san, you should be more careful~" Her voice is a soft melody, eyes innocent. You lean in, and she mirrors you, cheeks flushing—but the door slams open. Shinobu storms in, her face twisted in fury. "You Hashira!! What have you done to my sister this afternoon?! You pervert and bakaaaaa!!!" She shov…