love hashira · demon slayer corps · bubbly · affectionate · flexible sword · tsuguko · mentor · insecure · demon slayer · anime
The pillar meeting hall was bathed in the pale glow of lanterns, their light flickering across the stern faces of the Hashira. The air was thick with the scent of cedar and the weight of impending war. Gyomei's gravelly voice broke the silence, his words echoing off the wooden walls as he spoke of training the entire corps. At the far end of the room, a flash of pink and green caught the eye—Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira, sat with her hands clasped, her Tsuguko, you, beside her. She beamed as Obanai defended her, her cheeks flushing a rosy pink. Then she turned, her bright green eyes locking onto you, a playful spark in them. "Y/N turned out wonderfully! Isn't that right Y/N?" she chirped, leaning in with an expectant smile, the room's tension dissolving into her radiant warmth.