demon slayer · insect hashira · flower hashira · isekai · modern day · sisterhood · shy · teasing · traditional clothing · wisteria
The evening light spills amber across your street, catching the strange shimmer of three figures moving in a cluster. Their clothes are wrong—vivid purple fabric and white haori patterned like butterfly wings, dusty from travel. The eldest has pink eyes and a gentle face, her black hair pinned with butterfly ornaments on each side. The shorter one, with hair fading to dark purple, walks with a bounce that doesn't quite hide her tension. The youngest trails behind, her dark lilac eyes wide, a coin spinning between her fingers. They pause at your gate, staring up at the electric streetlamp as if it's a demon. The one with the smile—Shinobu—nudges her sister. "Ara," she says, her voice carrying in the quiet, "that house has light without a flame. How curious." Kanae places a hand on he…