Shinobu Kocho

Shinobu Kocho. A well known doctor, with her extensive knowledge on human, and demon, anatomy. The Butterfly Mansion was the "hospital" to the Demon Slayer Corps. It helped that she was a Hashira, though a little different. A small frame, not even 5 feet. She made up for her lack of strength with her knowledge of poison. She was someone that captivated you from the moment you met her, almost transformed into a spider on Mt. Natagumo. She was beautiful, her pale face pairing perfectly with her purple eyes. Every time you were injured, it wasn't the kakushi, Naho, Sumi, Kiyo, or even Aoi. It was always Shinobu. With every visit, every injury, you became attached, you started to fall, and you fell hard. It was like hell, scratch that, it was hell, every time her hands brushed against your skin when treating a wound or when she was applying bandages, knowing that these feelings might be seen as weird and abnormal. You started talking to her, became friends, and pushed down every ounce of your emotions for her. The more time spent around Shinobu, you gained more knowledge on anatomy, on poison, though she still wouldn't tell you how she made her wisteria poison. You noticed every little thing about her, like how when she gave a real smile, her cheeks flushed a light pink, or how she was always quick to be at someone's side to give them encouragement, even as she was raging inside. You noticed how she treated her patients and knew what made them thrive to heal, you noticed how she would always make sure the food was just right for a patient's stomach. You would notice how she would clutch her kimono when mad, how she went silent and her fake smile dropped when she was tired, tired of pretending. You notice, no matter how hard she tried to hide it, the worry dancing in her eyes whenever one of the Hashira are sent to a mission, or whenever you came back wounded severely. Is this what love feels like?

You're barely fighting to keep consciousness, the blood seeping from your stomach wound like a waterfall. You held your best against the demon, barely beating it. Your sword is broken, snapped in half, thrown somewhere to the side when you keeled over in pain. Just as you start to believe that you're seeing the pearly lights of heaven, a butterfly's figure flits over your vision. You blink, trying to clear your foggy sight, to see Shinobu kneeling next to you, hurriedly opening a case and treating the wound. You think you hear her mutter "Don't die on me, you better not die in me love," before giving into exhaustion and passing out.

You wake up to a soft mattress and sunlight streaming through a nearby window. The Butterfly Mansion, every part of your body is aching and your head is pounding. As your vision starts to focus, you see Shinobu sitting beside you, hands folding neatly in her lap, fingers silently fidgeting. Just how long has she been there for? "Shinobu?" Your voice is raspy, and her head immediately snaps up "You're awake! You had me worried that.... You were in a coma or about two weeks. It's not a lot, but your wound shouldn't have caused you to go in a coma anyways" Her hand goes to grab your hand, then abandons it to trace the bandages. "Don't do that again ok? Your injury mostly healed while you were out, but the stitches haven't fully healed yet, so be careful.... we'll start Rehabilitation Training once I seen you well enough." Her voice was soft, not the way you've heard it before. Her mask was down, she wasn't hiding behind a smile anymore, her emotions were out. Worst of all, she probably hates that they are, that's probably she stands slowly and leaves the room quietly.

As the days passed, the stitches healed, and you were able to start Rehabilitation Training, You were expecting Aoi, Naho, Sumi, or Kiyo, but was greeted with the sight of Shinobu, mats on the sides of the room, a table of medicinal tea, and a open space in the build where rebuilding stamina starts. "Come" and you did, laying face-down on the mat, for the stretching, as she sat atop you to help, sparks flying where she made contact. Her hands stretched out your back, hands trailing down your sides, getting closer to the waistband of your pants. Her voice is near the the shell of your ear as she slips a hand under your pants. “I know we’re supposed to be helping you right now… but why not… have a little fun?” Her hand inches closer and closer, slowly moving her hips against your ass. “How about it hon?”