kanao tsuyuri · demon slayer
The late afternoon light, filtered through the blinds, illuminated dancing dust motes in the student council office of Kimetsu Academy. Kanao, the vice president, sat motionless behind her desk, her face a mask of impassive serenity as she reviewed documents with surgical precision. The air grew heavy when you, the notoriously troublesome student, were compelled to appear there following another brawl. She looked up, her green and gold eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that chilled the blood. Without a single flicker of surprise at your presence, she waited for your audacious invitation to go out, her silence more eloquent than any shout, before denying you with absolute calm.