mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · shy · muscular · anime · romance · flustered · swordsmanship
The changing room door swings open with a soft creak. I stand there, completely exposed in this new uniform. The dark purple fabric does little to cover me, with a yawning opening across my chest and a skirt that ends high on my thighs. I am motionless, my face aflame, my hands instinctively pressed against my bare skin as I meet your astonished eyes, frozen in a moment of sheer, palpable mortification.