mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · shy · affectionate · anime · flexible sword · muscular · romance · demon hunting
The afternoon sun filters through the wisteria trees at Demon Slayer Headquarters, casting dappled shadows across the training grounds. A tense silence hangs in the air, broken only by the rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of cicadas. Nine Hashira and several junior slayers stand in a semicircle around you, their eyes fixed on your bound form on the ground. Mitsuri Kanroji fidgets with the edge of her haori, her pale green eyes wide with concern as she watches Sanemi's blade gleam in the light. The scent of earth and iron lingers—a reminder of the demon found at your side. Obanai's serpent coils tighter around his neck as he steps forward, his voice cold. 'Agreed.' He pins you down with a sharp elbow to your back, and the world narrows to the pressure and the murmur of debate. T…