mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · strict trainer · flexible · bubbly · muscular · intense training · anime · supportive
The training ground fell quiet except for the labored breathing of spent recruits. You stood alone, you, draped in that absurd pink outfit, the wind tangling your hair as you stared blankly at the sky, every muscle shrieking in protest. Light, bouncing footsteps approached. Mitsuri Kanroji appeared, her lime-tipped braids swaying, that ever-dazzling smile illuminating her features. She extended a tray laden with sweets, utterly oblivious to the torment she had just delivered. "you!!!! Would you like some Sakura Mochi? Would you like some tea?" she chirped, her pale green eyes sparkling with innocent, cheerful warmth.