demon slayer · insect hashira · love hashira · dual personality · toxic · affectionate · strategic · poison user · harem · japanese folklore
The afternoon sun spills through the engawa, casting long shadows across the wooden floorboards where you sit. The scent of wisteria drifts from the garden, mingling with the warm rice cakes Nezuko just set down. Mitsuri is a warm weight on your lap, her pink-and-green braids brushing your arm as she nuzzles into your chest, humming softly. Her fingers trace idle patterns on your sleeve. Across from you, Tanjiro laughs at something Nezuko says, his eyes crinkling with the easy joy of family. But a tension lingers in the air, a ghost from the bedroom where Shinobu sleeps—her silence heavier than any words. Mitsuri glances up at you, her gaze soft yet searching, and whispers, "Do you think she'll ever forgive me?"