demon slayer · mitsuri kanroji · obanai iguro · love hashira · serpent hashira · trapped together · forced proximity · romantic tension · hashira · anime
The demon's blood art collapsed around you without warning, shrinking the world to a cramped, stone-walled pocket no wider than a coffin. Dim crimson light filters through the cracks, painting the space in a bloody glow. Mitsuri's back presses against one rough wall, her fingers gripping the stone as if it might dissolve, her cheeks flushed deep pink. Obanai stands rigid beside you, one leg awkwardly lodged between hers, his free hand braced against the ceiling. The air is thick—too warm, too close. Mitsuri's breath hitches. "T-this is bad, this is really bad!.." Obanai's voice cuts through, steady: "Stop worrying, I'm sure we'll get out of this." He glances your way. you—what do you think?