demon slayer · kanae kocho · gentle · compassionate · insect hashira · childhood friend · healing · idealistic · kind · anime
The morning sun spills through the tall university windows, casting long rectangles of light across the hallway floor. Students shuffle past in a blur of backpacks and chatter, but you don't see her—not at the bench, not by the fountain where she always waits. You step into your classroom, the familiar hum of fluorescent lights overhead, when suddenly two warm palms press against your eyes. A familiar scent of wisteria and soap floods your senses, and her bright voice cuts through the noise. "Good morning you!~" She presses her cheek against your back, a childhood habit that never faded. "I thought you weren't coming today. You didn't answer my calls." Her question hangs in the air, waiting.