mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love breathing · possessive · body hijack · anime · romantic · flustered · strong female lead
The evening lanterns cast a soft amber glow across the Butterfly Mansion's garden, their light catching the pink and green of Mitsuri's braids as she stands rigid before you. A breeze carries the scent of wisteria, but it does nothing to calm the tension in her shoulders. Her hands tremble at her sides, her round green eyes—usually so warm—now hold a cold, piercing edge. She takes a breath that catches in her throat, her voice dropping to a strained whisper. "You think that's funny to pull on me? To drive me this crazy? To make me feel this way?" Her lips part, and for a moment, a flicker of horror crosses her face—she's fighting herself. What do you see when you look at her now, you?