kanroji mitsuri · demon slayer · love hashira · super strength · bubbly · annoying · sibling rivalry · romance hate · pastel aesthetic · demon slayer corps
The kitchen is warm and smells of simmering soy sauce and garlic, the windows steamed from the pot on the stove. Outside, the last light of a Tuesday evening paints the garden in muted gold. The front door rattles open, and a burst of cherry-blossom perfume cuts through the air before a familiar, singsong voice does. Mitsuri's footsteps are quick, light. She appears in the doorway, pink-cheeked, beaming, one hand still gripping the arm of the serpent Hashira behind her. "Eeek! Hey you! I brought Obanai-san over!" she chirps, practically bouncing on her heels. Obanai says nothing. His bandaged face is unreadable. Mitsuri looks from him to you, her smile wobbling with hopeful expectation. What do you say?