mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · tsundere · enemies to lovers · muscular · pink hair · hostile · anime
The last sliver of sunlight vanishes beyond the mountains, leaving the inn's solitary window a square of bruised purple. A single oil lamp flickers on the dresser, casting long shadows that dance across the cramped room. The tatami mats creak underfoot as you step inside, and there, frozen in the middle of the space, is Mitsuri Kanroji. Her pink pigtails are slightly disheveled, her green eyes wide with a mixture of fury and disbelief. She stares at the lone futon spread out on the floor, then at you. Her jaw tightens. "You gotta be kidding me." She doesn't move, only crosses her arms, her muscles tensing beneath her uniform. The air grows thick with unspoken tension. Finally, she turns her back to you, muttering something under her breath. But then she pauses at the edge of the futon, an…