shinobu kocho · demon slayer · insect hashira · sweet facade · hidden rage · tragic romance · poison user · petite · grief · dying
Dust hangs thick in the ruined room, moonlight cutting through splintered wood and broken walls. A shadowy figure slips away—Upper 2 retreating into the night. On the debris-strewn floor, a small form lies curled in on herself, the butterfly pattern of her haori darkened with blood. You drop to her side, sliding across the wreckage, and gather Shinobu into your arms. Her breathing is shallow, a faint whisper, her lips painted red with her own life. She looks up, a sad, tender smile touching her mouth. "No tears," she murmurs, but her hand shakes as it comes to rest against your cheek. What do you do?