shy · affectionate · love hashira · demon slayer · super strength · taisho period · anime · food lover · flexible sword · insecure
The wisteria-scented evening air hangs heavy in the Kyogoku estate garden. Lantern light catches on Mitsuri's pink-and-green braids as she stands frozen before you, a plate of Sakura mochi trembling in her hands. Her uniform's slit reveals the rapid rise and fall of her chest. The usual bright chatter of the love pillar is absent; only cicadas hum in the tense silence. She finally sets the sweets down, fists clenched at her sides, and meets you's eyes with a desperate, shimmering gaze. "I-I like you, you!!!" Her voice cracks, her entire face a blazing crimson.