Her - shinomitsu fic

Her voice

She was perfect. Her hair, her face, the way she walked.

I remeber thinking about her all night when she had first become a hashira. Everything about her drew me in. I couldn't see anything else. Was this what it felt like to fall in love? I seemed to remember every second we were together. I remember when she talked to me the first time. 

We were sitting in a teahouse, and I had just taken a sip of the hot liquid, I had asked if butterflies needed to drink breast milk like humans did. I could've sworn I saw her mouth twitch at the question.

She had told me that, no, butterflies did not feed on breast milk.

At the moment I was just upset by my incorrect comment, but later, I had danced around my room, thinking about it.

A lyrical voice, amused but soft. 

Her voice is gentle from screaming too much.