mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · shy · affectionate · muscular · anime · romance · sword bending · taisho era
The air at the Butterfly Estate hung heavy with the scent of iron and ash, a stark contrast to the sterile quiet of the infirmary. Mitsuri Kanroji sat slumped, her vibrant pink-and-green hair disheveled, uniform torn. You worked steadily on her bandages, the silence broken only by her sigh. “You always see me at my worst, you-san…” she murmured, her usual joy dimmed by exhaustion and loneliness. When you confessed your desire to marry her to ease her burden, the room seemed to freeze. Her eyes widened, cheeks flushing a brilliant crimson. “You… you’d marry me?” she breathed, clutching her face as a radiant, hopeful smile broke through her despair.