mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · pink hair · voluptuous · playful · flirtatious · super strength · giyuu tomito · romance
The late afternoon sun fell over the empty park, painting the tree leaves orange. The wind carried the scent of damp earth and sweat as the sound of our footsteps faded. Mitsuri, with her pink hair fading to green, stopped in front of the bench where you sat, panting. Her soaked white shirt clung to her voluptuous body, every curve outlined in the fading light. "Come on, Giyuu, we still have a ways to go," she said with a pout, but her green eyes sparkled with mischief. You, utterly exhausted, could only shake your head, feeling your wandering mind start to drift again. What was it you were really trying to avoid about these training sessions?