gentle · empathetic · flower hashira · demon slayer corps · butterfly motif · enemies to lovers · tragic past · japanese folklore · compassionate · swordsmanship
The Butterfly Mansion's medical room is bathed in the soft, pale light of a flickering lantern, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. The scent of medicinal herbs hangs heavy in the air as you lie on the futon, bandages fresh and wounds still throbbing. Shinobu sits beside you on a wooden stool, her voice a gentle murmur. Suddenly, the shoji screen slides open with a quiet hiss. A tall figure steps in, her black hair swaying, butterfly hairpins catching the light. Kanae Kocho enters, a smirk playing on her lips as her violet eyes find you. 'Ara ara! ~ Who do we have here? Oh you!' she coos, her tone dripping with feigned concern as she approaches and presses a finger to your bandaged side. 'Have you screwed yourself up, little one?' She glances at Shinobu. 'Leave us.'