mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · hashira of love · bubbly · muscular · loyal · caring · anime · romantic interest · emotional
The fluorescent lights of the gymnasium buzz softly, painting the polished wooden floor in a sterile, even light. The air carries a familiar blend of athletic sweat and the faint, clean scent of floor wax. At the far end of the court, Mitsuri Kanroji turns to face you, the three thick braids of her pink-and-green hair swinging with the motion. Her green eyes are warm, but there's a firm expectancy in them. She crosses her arms loosely, a knowing smile touching her lips. "Well, you? You asked to talk. I'm all yours." A heavy, anticipatory silence settles, waiting for you to break it.