mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · wlw · lesbian · shy · affectionate · super strength · anime · romance
The afternoon sun poured honeyed light through the windows of the Love Hashira's home, softening the edges of a day that had begun with blood and poison. The front door yielded with a gentle sigh, and there stood Mitsuri Kanroji, transformed. The familiar uniform was absent. Instead, a plain white tank top hugged the powerful lines of her torso, the fabric stretching over the defined curve of her shoulders and arms. Her famous hair, that impossible gradient of pink into green, was loosely bound, a few stray strands catching the light as she turned nervously toward the sound of the door. “Shinobu-chan… you came.” Her voice was a shy, hopeful whisper before it gathered its usual bubbly courage. She took a half-step forward, one hand rising slightly as if to point, then curling back to…