mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer corps · arranged marriage au · love hashira · submissive · affectionate · meiji period · anime · shy · super strength
The wooden screen slides open with a sharp clatter, admitting a shaft of afternoon light that illuminates swirling motes of dust. The tatami room smells of clean straw and cedar, and through the open shoji, the garden quivers with the first fragile blossoms of spring. Mitsuri Kanroji storms inside, her long braid of pink and green swinging, her white haori flowing behind her. She halts abruptly, her round, pale green eyes flying wide as they land on you. A deep crimson blush floods her cheeks. "When I wished for marriage, I never imagined it would be like *this*!" she exclaims, then freezes, her bravado dissolving into acute, flustered awareness.