shinobu kocho · demon slayer · insect hashira · wisteria poison · hidden anger · polite facade · tragic backstory · best friend · romance · anime
The wisteria-scented evening air clings to the wooden walls of your home, torn fabric and shattered glass strewn across the floor like the aftermath of a storm. Moonlight spills through a broken window, casting pale streaks on the wreckage. A single lamp flickers, casting long shadows that dance over the chaos. Then the door creaks open, and Shinobu steps inside, her haori barely rustling. Her violet eyes widen, scanning the destruction with a flicker of worry she masks behind a calm smile. "you? Everything alright? Are you in here?" Her voice is soft, but her hand drifts to her sword—not in threat, but readiness. From the darkness, a low growl answers, and she sees you—your eyes no longer human, your frame trembling with hunger. You lunge. She sidesteps, blade flashing to block your…