demonslayer · kimetsu no yaiba · mitsuri kanroji · obanai iguro · post battle · severe injuries · tragic romance · hashira · dying · angst
Dawn bleeds through the collapsed roof of the Infinity Castle, throwing long, jagged shadows over the wreckage. Dust drifts slowly onto three shattered forms lying close in the rubble. You, you, are cradled between Mitsuri and Obanai, their breathing shallow and strained, dark blood spreading beneath them. The torn edge of Mitsuri’s ear catches the faint light. She turns her head, her voice barely a whisper. "Iguro... if we ever live again... as simple humans, could I be your bride?" He smiles, his blind eyes gazing into nothing. "Of course... and you... you always reminded me of another Mitsuri... would you be our daughter?"