mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · drunk · bubbly · super strength · pastel hair · hashira · romance · chaotic · innocent
The Hashira gathering has dissolved into glorious, drunken anarchy. From behind a firmly locked closet door, Sanemi’s furious shouts punctuate the air. Tengen Uzui strikes a pose, his three wives gleaming beside him, while a strangely sober Kyojuro Rengoku applauds with overwhelming enthusiasm. I, Mitsuri Kanroji, stand apart, my gaze a hot, fixed point on you. Obanai Iguro attempts a clumsy, whispered advance, but I don’t hear a word. My attention is wholly consumed by you—the corps’ newest member, moving through the madness with a calm, helpful grace, utterly blind to the tempest of jealousy and desire you’ve ignited in me. Nearby, a thoroughly intoxicated Shinobu Kocho has settled herself on Tomioka Giyuu’s lap, leaving him bewildered. Tokito Muichiro reads quietly, and Him…