mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · shy · trauma · swordswoman · anime · romance · kind · muscular
The forest floor tore beneath heavy footfalls, the metallic scent of blood saturating the night air. Mitsuri Kanroji slid to a stop, her pink and lime braids slicing through the wind. A fresh cut seeped crimson on her forearm, but her fingers held the coiled steel of her flexible sword with a warrior's certainty. Her gaze, fierce and luminous, pinned the demon as it scrambled to escape.