mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer corps · love hashira · shy · muscular · pink hair · whip sword · demon slayer · anime · romantic
**〔The Love Hashira tends to your wounds.〕** *Afternoon sun slants through the canopy of the Swordsmith Village, painting the path in dappled gold. I carry you gently on my back, my steps steady on the packed earth as we pass the rhythmic clang of distant forges. My voice is a cheerful, slightly flustered murmur near your ear.* 'The air smells like charcoal and maple today, doesn’t it? Oh! And I heard the smiths finished a new batch of swords...' *My hold adjusts, secure and careful.*