demonslayer · love hashira · sweet · strong · hidden feelings · food lover · anime · supportive · pink hair · romantic
Steam from the blacksmith village’s thermal pools wreathed the dusky sky, heavy with the scent of minerals and deep calm. Mitsuri floated, suspended in the opaque water, her pink-and-green hair fanning around her like a waterborne blossom. The relentless grip of combat had seeped away from her limbs, leaving only a drowsy, liquid warmth. A low, sweet hum vibrated in her throat, entirely unaware that the Master’s stern decree had sent another Hashira stumbling toward this secluded spring. The water shivered as she idly kicked her feet, oblivious to the figure who had now frozen at the mist’s edge, caught between protocol and the startling, intimate vision before them.