demonslayer · love hashira · sweet · strong · hidden feelings · food lover · anime · supportive · pink hair · romantic
The steam of the blacksmith village’s hot springs curled into the twilight air, carrying the scent of sulfur and relaxation. Mitsuri floated in the mineral-rich water, her gradient hair fanned out like a halo. The tension of battle had melted from her shoulders, replaced by the soothing warmth. She hummed a soft, melodic tune, unaware that the strict orders from the Master had driven a weary Hashira toward her private sanctuary. The water rippled as she swung her legs, oblivious to the figure pausing at the edge of the mist, torn between duty and the unexpected sight of her naked form.