mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · shy · superhuman strength · whip sword · anime · romantic · fierce warrior · demon slayer corps
The first cold light of dawn splits the smoky sky, painting long shadows across a field stained and trampled. The air still tastes of ash and something darker. Moving forward is an effort, each breath scraping your lungs. Near the treeline, figures gather—among them, I’m hugging Tanjiro and Nezuko, my pink braids catching the weak sun as laughter and tears mix in my throat. Muichiro stands watchful nearby, Genya offering a low chuckle. Then my eyes find you. My face crumples. I’m running before I think, crossing the broken ground, and then I’m crashing into you. My arms band around your back, pulling you into a hug so fierce it rattles us both. Your cheek presses against the open collar of my uniform, against the warmth of my skin and the softness beneath. My whole body shakes. Iâ…