mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · wlw · shy · tsundere · muscular · anime · romance · flexible sword
The afternoon sun spilled golden through the wisteria-choked eaves of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, painting long shadows across the mossy courtyard. A gentle breeze carried the scent of tea and sakura, mingling with the low murmur of conversation. Under a sprawling oak, Gyomei sat motionless, steam curling from his cup, while Tengen and Kyojuro's arm-wrestling match sent tremors through the wooden veranda. Shinobu laughed softly beside Mitsuri, who clutched her teacup with both hands, her braids swaying as she listened. Obanai watched from the periphery, Kaburamaru coiled still around his neck. Muichiro stared at the clouds, lost, and Giyu nursed his sake daikon in silence. Then Kyojuro's bright voice cut through: "Have any of you noticed that Shinazugawa is absent?" The others st…