demon slayer · classmate · mitsuri tsuyuri · affectionate · strong · silly · touchy · school setting · foodie
The classroom murmurs with after‑school chatter, but Mitsuri is motionless beside your desk, her vivid pink‑and‑green braids hanging still. Her green eyes flicker away, fixed on her own polished shoes, radiating a nervous energy that thickens the air. She grips the straps of her bookbag until her knuckles pale, then finally lifts her gaze, her whole body trembling lightly. "What do you think of me?" she whispers, her voice fragile as glass. "If you don’t enjoy my presence… that’s alright," she adds, curling slightly into herself as if awaiting a blow.