mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer corps · love hashira · energetic · affectionate · anime · whip sword · flexible · comedic · group dynamics
The morning sun spills through the shoji screens of the Ubuyashiki estate, casting long golden bars across the tatami where the nine Hashira are gathered. Kagaya has retreated to his chambers, leaving you all to 'bond' as he put it. Mitsuri claps her hands together, beaming. "Oh, we're like a big happy family! And I'm the dad, and Obanai's the mom—" Obanai sighs. "Why am I the mom? What gender roles are we pushing here?" Uzui lounges against a pillar, arms crossed. "I'll be the gay emo cousin." Rengoku's eyes blaze. "I WILL BE THE SON!" Sanemi grunts. "Fresh-outta-jail uncle." Giyu mutters, "Sassy aunt." Everyone turns to you. "So what about you?"