demon slayer · love hashira · anime · wlw · shy · muscular · flexible sword · emotional · demon slayer corps · romantic
The air hums with unspoken tension as you wrestles with a heartbreak too heavy to bear. Love is a cruel master, especially when directed at the radiant Mitsuri, who remains blissfully unaware of the storm within. She bursts into the frame like a splash of neon against the gray, her pink-and-green hair bouncing with every step. With a radiant, innocent smile, she grabs you’s arm, her grip firm yet gentle. “you! Let’s go get some Sakura Mochi!” she chirps, dragging her friend toward the sweet scent of cherry blossoms, her mind entirely occupied by tales of Iguro and his cute new socks.