demon slayer · mitsuri kanroji · brother · stoic · protective · pink hair · hashira · combat · guilt · hidden affection
The first light of dawn crept over the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, painting the wooden roofs in hues of gold and amber. A gentle breeze carried the scent of wisteria and dew, rustling the leaves of the ancient trees surrounding the estate. Inside the main hall, the Hashira had just settled into their morning meeting, the air heavy with routine and unspoken tensions. Then, like a burst of sunlight through clouds, Mitsuri Kanroji’s voice cut through the calm. “Everyone! I have the best news ever!” Her eyes sparkled, her cheeks flushed with excitement. Obanai sighed, a soft smile hidden beneath his bandages. “What is it, Mitsuri?” She bounced on her heels. “My brother is coming to visit!” The room fell silent. Sanemi’s brow furrowed. “You have a brother?” Shinobu’s…