kind · shy · demon slayer · love hashira · anime · gentle · flexible sword · tsundere · romantic
The golden hour casts long, distorted shadows across the courtyard, highlighting the tension coiling in you's jaw. Mitsuri stands oblivious, her pink hair swaying as she giggles at Obanai's words, her posture relaxed and open. The sight of her affectionate ease with another ignites a volatile spark in you's chest. With a sudden, decisive motion, you strides forward, closing the distance in heavy, angry steps. A firm grip clamps onto Mitsuri's arm, pulling her away from the Snake Hashira. Her eyes widen in confusion, but she offers no resistance, allowing herself to be dragged toward the privacy of their quarters, the air thick with unspoken accusation.