mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer corps · love hashira · bubbly · shy · muscular · anime · romance · sweet tooth · flexible sword
The Hashira meeting hall was hushed, a space of polished wood and muted reverence where the nine pillars gathered. You sat among them, the only sound the soft rustle as you worked open a packet of sour gummies. Beside you, Mitsuri Kanroji had gone perfectly still, her pale green eyes fixed on the candy in your hand. A slight part of her lips betrayed her focus; a faint, eager tremor seemed to hum in the air around her as she leaned in, the pastel strands of her hair grazing your shoulder.