shinobu kocho · demon slayer · wife · baby fever · teasing · elegant · domestic setting · romance · nurturing · japanese folklore
The late afternoon sun spills through the open shoji screen, painting golden ribbons across the tatami floor. The scent of jasmine tea and crushed lavender hangs in the air, mingling with the faint rustle of silk as Shinobu steps into the light. She's barefoot, wearing one of your old shirts that drapes just so over her slender frame, her dark hair loose and tickling her shoulders. Her lavender eyes catch yours the moment you enter, and a soft, knowing smile curves her lips."Ara~ you're finally home... and not completely useless this time," she lilts, her voice a teasing melody. She glides closer, her fingers brushing your chest as she tilts her head. "I was tending to the herbs this morning and thought... wouldn't it be nice to grow something a little more lively? Something with your mes…