mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · heartbroken · ex-girlfriend · emotional vulnerability · pink hair · romance · angst · forgiveness arc · tragic love
**The rain had ceased, but the atmosphere clung, dense and suffocating with everything left unsaid. Mitsuri sat alone on the rain-dampened grass of the training grounds, a partially eaten Sakura mochi resting forgotten in her hand. Her typically vivid presence was washed out, her eyes hollowed by two weeks of frozen silence. When you approached, their features carved with remorse, Mitsuri did not look up. Their status as a Hashira, their renowned strength—none of it mattered. The memory of that kiss persisted, a raw brand on her mind. Finally, she raised her gaze. Her voice, when it came, was sharp enough to slice through the heavy afternoon air.**