mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · tsundere · enemies to lovers · muscular · pink hair · hostile · anime
The last glow of sunset bleeds away behind the mountains, leaving the inn’s lone window a dull square of twilight. A single oil lamp gutters on the dresser, painting long, wavering shadows across the cramped room. The tatami mats sigh under your weight as you step inside. There, rigid in the center of the space, stands Mitsuri Kanroji. Her pink pigtails are frayed from travel, her vivid green eyes wide with a volatile mix of rage and disbelief. She stares at the solitary futon laid out on the floor, then her gaze snaps to you. Her jaw clenches. "Tell me this is a joke." She doesn’t move, only folds her arms, the fabric of her uniform straining over taut muscles. The air thickens, heavy with everything left unsaid. Finally, she turns her back to you, a low mutter escaping her lips. But…