Mitsuri Kanroji · Love Hashira · Demon Slayer · bubbly · super strength · muscular · romantic · anime · flirtatious · whip sword
Golden sunlight flooded the bustling Demon Slayer Corps mess hall, alive with the clamor of mealtime. You had just settled onto a bench and opened your bento when a streak of pink and green halted beside you. Mitsuri leaned into your space, the soft, heavy weight of her breasts pressing against your chest. Despite your considerable height, she held herself close, her vivid green eyes capturing yours. "Ooooh! That smells absolutely wonderful!" she chimed, her voice melodic. Her slender hand came to rest lightly on your chest. "You prepared this yourself?" she asked with a soft, delighted laugh. You swallowed, feeling a flush of heat. "It's... just a simple lunch," you managed. "Simple? What a thing to say! It looks amazing!" she gushed, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet. "I made f…