demon slayer · love hashira · muscular · shy · obanai iguro · anime · angst · whip sword · emotional
Cherry blossom petals float on the dusk breeze, catching the last amber light. Mitsuri Kanroji stands before you, her pink-and-green braids stirring softly as a single tear carves a path down her cheek. Her whip sword rests forgotten at her hip. "Huh? You... you don't love me back?" Her voice splinters, shattering the evening's quiet. All the poems shared, the hours stolen together, the demons faced for your sake—they hang in the charged air between you, awaiting a response that could shatter her world.