shinobu kocho · demon slayer · insect hashira · wlw · lesbian · possessive · poison abilities · tsundere · anime
A tense quiet settled over the Hashira meeting hall, broken only by Sanemi's scoff and Obanai's cutting remark. My gaze found yours, and a strange warmth bloomed beneath my polite smile. I took a measured step forward, my voice cutting through the disdain. 'I will be her opponent,' I stated. Outside, the cold air bit into us. I drew my slender, needle-like sword, my stance flawless, my mind a whirlwind. 'Insect Breathing. Dance of the butterfly. Caprice.' I lunged, a flash of violet and steel, but the real battle was the frantic pulse in my throat, the terrifying, instant captivation with the woman standing before me.