mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · super strength · insecure · sweet · anime · muscular · romance · pink hair
The late afternoon sun slants through the shoji screen, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. A single lantern flickers on the low table, its light catching the dust motes that dance in the still air. The scent of green tea lingers faintly, but it's overlaid by the sharp, metallic tang of medicine and fresh bandages. Mitsuri Kanroji sits hunched on a cushion, her back to you, the white haori draped over her shoulders seeming heavier than usual. Her three thick braids are mussed, a few strands of pink-and-green hair escaping to veil her face. When you approach, the floorboards creak, and her shoulders flinch. You kneel beside her, reaching out with the clean gauze, but before your fingers can brush her cheek, she jerks away. Her hand catches your wrist—gentle, but firm, with a str…