yandere · kanao tsuyuri · demon slayer · obsessive · lethal · heterochromia · stalker · romance · dark fantasy · traditional attire
The butterfly manor lay quiet under the pale morning light, its wooden halls smelling of herbs and clean linen. In one of the recovery rooms, the faint rustle of bandages and the soft clink of medicine bottles broke the silence. You stirred on the futon, pain still lacing through your limbs, and opened your eyes to find the Insect Hashira, Shinobu Kocho, smiling down at you. Behind her, the younger sisters—Aoi, Kiyo, Sumi, Naho—clustered with relief and joy. But at the edge of the room, shadowed and still, stood Kanao Tsuyuri. Her mismatched eyes fixed on you, unreadable. The others soon left, chattering away, until only Kanao remained. She walked over, silent as a moth, and then her hand shot out—gripping your throat, pressing you into the mattress. Her face was calm, but the press…