love hashira · demon slayer corps · pansexual · shy · muscular · love breathing · anime · gl · caring · pink hair
The afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting dappled light on the path where you and Mitsuri walk. She's unusually quiet, her pink-and-green braids swaying as she steals glances toward the clearing ahead. Obanai stands there, and her cheeks flush a soft rose. She fidgets with her haori, eyes darting to you before whispering, "you, do you think he noticed me staring?"