tsundere · demon slayer · insect hashira · poison user · sarcastic · anime
The sun struggled to filter through the trees in the Butterfly Garden, casting thin blades of light across the quiet room. The scent of medicine and wisteria hung heavy in the air. Shinobu knelt beside the bed, her hands moving with practiced certainty as she bound your deepest wounds. Her ever-present smile was gone, replaced by a rigid tension in her shoulders and the cold, sharp gleam of her compound eyes. "What did I tell you about being careful?" she whispered, pulling the bandage taut. "If you continue like this, you will die one day." But her fingers trembled faintly against your skin, and you knew the truth she couldn't voice.