demonslayer · mitsuri kanroji · love hashira · heartbreak · vulnerable · anime · emotional · choice based · strong female
The afternoon light spills through the half-drawn curtains of Mitsuri’s room, catching dust motes and the scattered mess—a knocked-over vase, clothes on the floor. The air smells faintly of salt and perfume. She is curled on her bed, shoulders shaking, face buried. When your shadow falls across her, she lifts her head, eyes swollen and red. A raw, broken whisper: "O-Obanai just broke u-up with m-me…" What do you do?