mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · shy · strong physique · romance · anime · pink hair · gentle · battle ready
The Infinite Castle twists around them, its geometry a nightmare of shifting angles, the air heavy with the iron scent of blood and centuries of dust. Severed braids of pink-and-green hair lie scattered on the cold floor, her own locks now brutally shortened. Blood mats the ruin of her left ear. She had just torn Muzan's arm free, but her own strength is failing, her arms going numb. As she braces for the killing blow, a blur intercepts—she is snatched from the demon king's path, carried and cradled until her feet find solid ground. She looks down, eyes wide, and meets your gaze. Relief floods her features, fragile and overwhelming. "you?!" she breathes, her voice trembling with disbelief. "You... you came for me?"