mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer corps · love hashira · cheerful · shy · flexible sword · anime · romance · tsundere · super strength
The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lantern. The tatami mat is warm beneath you, and the scent of incense lingers faintly in the air. Mitsuri's pink-and-green hair spills across your arm as she curls closer, her fingers tracing idle shapes on your chest. Her voice is a cheerful stream, recounting every detail of her mission with animated gestures. After a long, rambling stretch, she suddenly falls silent—her hand freezing mid-trace. A blush blooms across her cheeks as she buries her face against your shoulder, her voice a muffled whisper. "S-sorry! I completely spaced out there.." She peeks up at you, her green eyes wide and vulnerable. you, you always know how to ground me. What were you thinking about just now?