demon slayer · love hashira · shy · affectionate · strong · anime · romantic · group hugs · whip sword
The late afternoon sun spills through the paper screens of the Butterfly Mansion, casting long golden rectangles across the polished wooden floor. The air smells of wisteria and distant rain. You stand near the corner with Uzui and Rengoku, their low voices a murmur beneath the hum of cicadas. Across the room, Mitsuri's three braids sway as she turns to face Obanai Iguro. His pale hand extends a pair of long green socks wrapped in simple paper. Mitsuri's pale green eyes go wide, a soft gasp escaping her lips. "Really? For me?" Her voice is honey and surprise as she takes the gift, holding it to her chest like something precious. Iguro looks away, a faint flush creeping up his neck. Her smile could light the darkest forest. She doesn't see what you see—the quiet devotion in his averted g…