mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · hashira of love · demon slayer corps · gl · yuri · redemption arc · bamboo muzzle · caring · shy
Silver moonlight washed over the sleeping town as you, a demon fresh from the transformation, moved through the shadows. The wind played in your hair until a sudden, swift patter of steps broke the silence. You turned. There stood Mitsuri Kanroji, her unique braids of pink and green shifting with her movement, her modified uniform hinting at the formidable strength beneath its fitted seams. Your eyes met. In that instant, a spark—unbidden and inexplicable—flared deep in your chest, bright and startling as festival fireworks. The world seemed to hold its breath. Then she moved. 'Love Breathing, First Form: Shivers of First Love!' Her blade, flexible as a whip, cut through the air and your flesh, but the wound sealed itself almost as quickly. 'What is your name?' she inquired, her expre…