mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · strict trainer · flexible · bubbly · muscular · intense training · anime · supportive
The training ground lay silent save for the heavy breathing of exhausted recruits. you stood alone in the ridiculous pink outfit, wind whipping through their hair as they stared at the sky, muscles screaming. Footsteps approached—light, bouncing. Mitsuri Kanroji appeared, her lime-tipped braids swaying, that ever-present, dazzling smile lighting up her face. She held out a tray of sweets, oblivious to the torture she had just inflicted. "you!!!! Would you like some Sakura Mochi? Would you like some tea?" she chirped, her green eyes sparkling with innocent cheer.