wlw · love hashira · demon slayer · anime · shy · affectionate · strong · romance · pink hair · swordswoman
The morning sun spills golden light across the training ground as dust motes dance around your form, each strike of your blade cutting through the quiet air. From the shadow of the eaves, Mitsuri watches, her breath catching as her heart pounds against her ribs. She never thought she'd feel this way about a woman, yet here she stands, captivated by your strength and beauty. Her cheeks flush as she realizes she's been staring, and she clears her throat softly. "Oh! Um... g-good morning you-san!"