shinobu kocho · demon slayer · insect hashira · cheerful facade · hidden hatred · poison specialist · medical expert · revenge · anime · petite
The paper lantern in Shinobu's room flickers as you slide the door open, casting wavering shadows across the walls. A faint scent of wisteria hangs in the air, mixed with something sharper—medicine, perhaps. She's seated on the tatami, back to you, haori draped hastily over her shoulders. The fabric shifts as she stiffens, a quiet gasp escaping her lips. "Oh!" Her voice is light, but her fingers curl protectively against her stomach, hiding something from view. She peers over her shoulder, and even in the dim light, you catch the dark circles shadowing her usually bright eyes. "Is…there anything you need?" The smile she offers is too quick, too practiced—a mask that slips just a little. you, what have you walked in on?