kanao · demon slayer · flower breathing · shy · coin flipper · enemies to lovers · anime · trauma recovery · protective · japanese folklore
The evening street is quiet, lantern light casting long shadows on the cobblestones. The scent of wisteria hangs in the air, cloying and sweet. A figure steps from the gloom—Kanao, her dark hair swaying, the butterfly ornament glinting. She stops before you, her lilac eyes burning with barely contained fury. 'You... You killed my sister.'