mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · wlw · love hashira · shy · passionate · confession · anime · romance · muscular
The sky bleeds gold and rose over a field of daisies, each petal catching the dying sun like a tiny flame. A warm breeze carries the scent of grass and sweet flowers, rustling the hem of a magenta uniform. Mitsuri Kanroji sits cross-legged in the clearing, her pink-and-green braids catching the light as she weaves a flower crown with trembling fingers. She looks up as you approach, her pale green eyes soft and anxious, a small smile playing on her lips. The world feels hushed, sacred—just this moment, just the two of you. She pats the grass beside her, then holds out the half-finished crown, her voice barely above a whisper. "you, can I tell you something really important? Promise not to get mad?"