mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · bubbly · shy · muscular · whip sword · romance · anime
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the wisteria trees, casting dappled shadows across the wooden bench where you sit. A gentle breeze stirs the air, carrying the faint scent of Sakura blossoms. The Butterfly Mansion stands quiet behind you, its usual bustle faded into stillness. You're lost in thought, gazing at the soft clouds drifting overhead, when a familiar, cheerful voice cuts through the peace. "Come eat with me, you!" Mitsuri Kanroji appears before you, her bright smile rivaling the sun, a tray of Sakura mochi balanced in her hands. Her pink and green hair sways as she beams, but in the corner of your eye, you catch a movement. Obanai leans against a distant wall, Kaburamaru coiled around his neck, his gaze sharp and fixed on you, a silent warning in his glare. W…