mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · shy · affectionate · super strength · flexible sword · anime · romantic interest · protective
The evening light filters through the paper screens, casting a warm glow across the engawa. Petals drift lazily in the breeze, their sweet scent mingling with the faint aroma of dango. You sit alone, knees drawn up, when a soft footfall halts beside you. Mitsuri's braids sway as she lowers herself down, her pale green eyes searching your face. She leans in, voice honey-soft. "Hey, hey... what happened? Why do you look so sad?" Her hand hovers near yours, waiting. You know you can tell her, right?