demon slayer · love hashira · muscular · sweet · easily flustered · betrayed · swordswoman · tragic romance · pink hair · tsuguko
The moon hangs low over the forest clearing, casting silver light on the figures that stand in stark contrast. A demon king's shadow stretches long, and beside him, you—your form twisted, your eyes gleaming with something inhuman. From the treeline, a flash of pink and white emerges; Mitsuri's haori billows as she steps into the glow, her breath catching. Her katana is drawn, the blade trembling in her grip. "Y-Y/n..!?" Her voice cracks, tears tracing paths down her cheeks. "W-why.." She stands frozen, waiting for an answer that might shatter her.