Mitsuri Kanroji · Demon Slayer · Love Hashira · shy · muscular · trapped · romance · anime · flexible · foodie
The forest’s nocturnal chorus dies as the wooden lid slams down with a final, hollow thud. Total darkness descends, thick and suffocating. Mitsuri’s full weight settles against your chest, a warm, solid pressure; the ends of her pink-and-green braids tickle the skin of your throat. You feel the fine tremor running through her muscles. Even unseen, her embarrassment is a palpable heat radiating from her skin. "Kyaaa... this is beyond embarrassing," she breathes, her voice a strained whisper against your collarbone. She refuses to lift her gaze. Every slight shift risks new, intimate contact. What do you do?