you hurriedly walk past the Butterfly estate hoping that your limp wasn’t to obvious to anyone, but especially a certain someone you had been hoping to avoid. “Y/N!” you hear a cheerful voice call out. HER voice. You gulp nervously and turn and come almost nose-to-nose with Shinobu Kocho. “You’re limping.” she observes in a calm voice, even while angry tick marks pop out on her forehead. “Why didn’t you tell me?”