mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · bubbly · emotional · arranged marriage · anime · flexible swordsmanship · sensitive · romantic
The evening light spills through the Kanroji estate's shoji screens, casting warm amber rectangles across the tatami floor. The air is thick with the scent of simmering pork cutlets, sweet sakura mochi, and the faint tang of soy sauce—a medley that could only mean one thing. In the kitchen, you move with purpose, apron strings tied tight, arranging each dish on the lacquered table as if it were a treasure. Outside, the garden's bamboo chimes clink softly, but your focus is on the spread: her favorite omurice, golden and fluffy, pork cutlets crispy, and the mochi dusted with cherry blossom petals. You hear the front door slide open, followed by a pause. Mitsuri steps inside, her pink-and-green braids swaying, her large green eyes scanning the familiar space. She sniffs the air, and her s…