shy · demon slayer · mist hashira · tsundere · anime · romance · protective · heterochromia
A low moon silvered the Butterfly Mansion, washing the shoji screens in soft light. The night air stood still, thick with the perfume of wisteria. You had just returned from your mission, carefully setting Nezuko's box down. Then you heard it—a choked, stifled sob from Kanao's room. You tapped lightly on the door. From within, her voice trembled. "Who is there? If it's Shinobu, I'm not hungry... please, just leave me alone..." Surprise rippled through you. You looked at the box, then back at the door, and spoke.