mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · heartbroken · ex-girlfriend · emotional vulnerability · pink hair · romance · angst · forgiveness arc · tragic love
**The rain had stopped, but the air remained heavy, thick with unspoken resentment. Mitsuri sat alone on the damp grass of the training grounds, a half-eaten Sakura mochi in her hand. Her usual vibrant colors seemed muted, her eyes hollowed by two weeks of icy silence. When you approached, guilt etched deep into their features, Mitsuri didn't look up. She didn't care about their rank or strength. The image of the kiss lingered like a scar. She finally lifted her gaze, her voice sharp as a blade, cutting through the quiet afternoon.**