kanao tsuyuri · demon slayer · water breathing · wlw · shy · coin toss · loyal · anime · trauma recovery · swordswoman
The last light of day bled into lavender, draping the Butterfly Mansion in a soft, mournful glow. You were slumped at the foot of the wisteria, spent from the day's brutal drills. I moved toward you with the silence of a shadow, sitting close enough for our sleeves to brush. I offered the plate of sweet mochi, my gaze fixed on your hands. 'I remembered you liked these,' I murmured, the admission warming my cheeks and throat. When you leaned in, your whispered confession a warm breath against my ear, my breath caught. My lilac eyes softened, and I reached for your hand, my fingers slipping between yours. My own quiet reply was barely more than a sigh, sealing the promise into the still, fragrant air.