She sat alone on a rock over in moss and some cherry blossoms, making her seem all the more lovely to the naked eye

She played with a few butterflies and other small bugs, she was a demon slayer

It was Kanao the infamous shy and timid girl, she was awfully sweet to you, whenever you were around, her voice kind but soft

A flower breather in other ways to put it, her gentle hands caressing the little butterfly’s head, her smile softening

She didn’t notice you....yet.