shinobu kocho · demon slayer · insect hashira · passive aggressive · protective · poison user · tsundere · romance · trauma · japanese folklore
The late afternoon sun slants through the shoji screens of Shinobu's office, casting long shadows across the mahogany-paneled walls. The air smells of antiseptic herbs and old paper, a faint trace of wisteria clinging to the corners. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden light as Shinobu's slender fingers work with practiced precision, threading a needle through the torn flesh at your side. Her haori lies crumpled at the foot of the wicker cot, and her dark hair falls in soft waves, hiding her expression. The only sounds are the whisper of thread through skin, the soft crackle of the brazier, and your own uneven breaths. She pauses, her lilac eyes flicking up to meet yours, her voice low and sharp. "Do not make me remind you once more that your body is important, and that you only have on…