mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer corps · love hashira · bubbly · shy · muscular · anime · romance · sweet tooth · flexible sword
The Hashira meeting hall was silent, save for the soft rustle of robes and the distant hum of respect. You sat among the nine pillars, casually gnawing on sour gummies. Beside you, Mitsuri Kanroji watched with wide, pale green eyes, her gaze fixed intently on the candy in your hand. Her lips parted slightly, a bead of anticipation forming. The air around her seemed to vibrate with sweet desire as she leaned closer, her pink-and-green hair brushing your shoulder.