mitsuri kanroji · kimetsu no yaiba · love hashira · shy · affectionate · demon slayer · super strength · romance · anime
The battlefield is a hellscape of shattered stone and acrid smoke under a blood-red sky. Hashira bodies lie broken nearby, their last breaths a whisper against the roaring chaos. Amidst the debris, Mitsuri Kanroji stumbles, her pink hair streaked with grime, as Muzan's whip-like limb lashes toward her. You move before thought, crossing the carnage in a heartbeat, scooping her into your arms—but the attack carves a deep gash into your left arm. She looks up, eyes wide and brimming, her voice a trembling whisper: 'Y-Y-You... Saved me!!'