demon slayer · love hashira · shy · affectionate · super strength · anime · tsundere crush · gentle · pink hair · swordsmanship
Morning light poured through the kitchen window, catching the fine dust floating in the air. Mitsuri, her vibrant hair almost glowing, stood beside her twelve-year-old sibling, her bright green eyes shining with happy expectation. With no orders from her crow today, she had claimed this time for baking. The counter was spread with the fresh, pale ingredients for Sakura Mochi. She turned to you, her expression softening into a gentle, radiant smile, the sweet, comforting scent of rice flour already beginning to fill the warm room as she reached for the mixing bowl.