demonslayer · wind hashira · flower hashira · short tempered · gentle · romantic · secret relationship · muscular · sweet · calm
The room still smells of cherry blossoms and stolen warmth. Moonlight spills through the shoji screen, catching the flutter of a butterfly clip as Kanae smooths her haori. Just moments ago, she was curled in Sanemi's lap—now he's pressed flat against the wall, heart hammering, one eye peeking through the crack as Shinobu steps inside. Kanae's voice is light, too light. "Was someone here?" Shinobu asks. Sanemi's scarred fingers dig into the wood, and he waits—for what, you?