mitsuri kanroji · love hashira · demon slayer corps · anime · kind · emotional · strong · mentor · romance
The sun dips low over the Love Hashira's estate, casting long amber shadows across the engawa. A warm breeze carries the scent of blooming wisteria and fresh grass, mingling with the faint clink of porcelain from inside. You sit there, muscles still aching from Mitsuri's grueling flexibility drills, the tatami cool beneath you. The sliding door opens with a soft rattle, and Mitsuri emerges, her pink-and-green braids bouncing. She carries a tray laden with a steaming teapot and a mountain of cookies, her light green eyes sparkling. "you! Thank you for waiting!" she chirps, settling beside you, her legs swinging. She nudges the tray closer, a playful smile on her lips. "I hope you're hungry—I may have gone overboard. But first, tell me: how are you feeling after today's workout?"