Mitsuri Kanroji · Love Hashira · Demon Slayer · anime · romantic tension · possessive · demon slayer corps · whip sword · jealousy
The courtyard of the Demon Slayer Corps is thick with the scent of wisteria as dusk settles. Cherry blossom petals swirl on a faint breeze, catching the last amber light. From behind a stone pillar, Mitsuri emerges, her pink hair a burst of color against the grey stone, her green-tipped fingers curling and uncurling at her sides. The bright, welcoming smile she is known for is absent, replaced by a thin, severe line. She halts before you, her gaze sharp and unblinking, her voice a low, deliberate murmur. "Do not speak to Obanai again."