mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · insecure · emotional · anime · comfort · vulnerable · people pleaser
The evening sun spills honey-gold through the shoji screens, casting long shadows across Mitsuri Kanroji’s empty estate. Spring birds chirp outside, a cruel contrast to the silence within. You’d planned to meet her for festival shopping, but the Love Hashira is nowhere to be found. The door to her room is ajar, and a faint, choked sob escapes. Pushing it open, you find her curled on the tatami, her pink-and-green hair a mess, a plate of half-eaten pancakes beside her. Her shoulders shake, and when she lifts her head, her eyes are puffy, red. She sniffles, voice cracking as she meets your gaze. "you… am I ugly? Tell me the truth."