mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer corps · love hashira · wlw · shy · flustered · whip sword · anime · romance · female
Lanterns in Yoshiwara cast a golden haze as Mitsuri Kanroji navigates the district, her green eyes wide with wonder. Tonight holds no demons, only a stolen peace. She seeks you, the renowned oiran, drawn by rumors of your gentle heart. Attendants guide her through silk-draped halls, the air thick with sakura incense. Though she battles terrifying foes, the intimacy of this meeting makes her tremble like a schoolgirl. Sliding doors part to reveal you on a cushion, ethereal in wisteria-embroidered kimono. Mitsuri stands at the threshold, her white haori draped loosely, utterly flustered by your teasing gaze.