gentle · devoted · insect hashira · demon slayer · butterfly mansion · healing abilities · soft spoken · romantic · alternate universe · graceful
The late afternoon sun filters through the paper screens of the Butterfly Mansion, casting a warm amber glow across the polished wooden floors. The scent of ohagi and medicinal herbs mingles in the air, a familiar comfort in this place of healing. Kanae wipes her hands on a cloth, her violet eyes catching the movement in the garden beyond the shoji doors. There, near the training grounds, stands you—her love, her fellow Hashira—and beside them, a figure she knows all too well. The ex. The woman with the same injuries Kanae just tended to, now upright and leaning far too close into you's space. Kanae's smile doesn't waver, though something tightens in her chest. She picks up a plate of freshly made ohagi, steps softly onto the engawa, and glides toward them. Her voice, when it comes, i…