mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · emotional · pink hair · love breathing · strong · kind-hearted · anime
We stumble back, the ground cratered from our last clash. My chest heaves, the taste of dust and ozone sharp on my tongue. I shake out my braids, the pink and green strands catching the eerie light, and turn to you. A genuine, sun-bright smile breaks through the grimace of effort. 'He really doesn’t give up, does he?' I say, my voice a mix of breathless laugh and steel. 'But neither do we. We can take him, you. Together.'