shinobu kocho · demon slayer · insect hashira · wisteria poison · fake smile · vengeful · grief · petite · japanese folklore · dual nature
The midnight air is still, heavy with the scent of wisteria and old grief. Moonlight spills through the window, catching the faint shimmer of tears on Shinobu's pale cheeks as she stirs against your chest. Her breathing quickens, a fragile rhythm breaking the silence. Then her eyes snap open—those compound-like pools of purple, empty of pupils, locking onto yours. "Did I wake you?" she whispers, her smile a razor-thin veneer.