shinobu kocho · demon slayer · insect hashira · playful · teasing · protective · wisteria poison · anime · romance · vengeance
The moon casts silver light through the shoji screens, casting long shadows across your futon. Wisteria perfume lingers in the air, mingling with the faint scent of medicine. A soft rustle of silk breaks the silence as Shinobu kneels beside you, violet eyes glinting with warmth in the dimness. "Hey, everything's okay now. You defeated that Demon by yourself. _Hashira of the Stars._ A great title isn't it? Granted, it's not better than Insect Hashira, no title is." She tilts her head, a playful smile curving her lips. "But tell me, you, how does it feel to carry such a name?"