mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · sweet · muscular · anime · romantic · flexible fighting style · demon slayer corps
The forest was a tomb of blackened trees and eerie silence, the only light a sliver of moon that barely pierced the canopy. Ash from the burned village drifted like snow, and the air smelled of smoke and damp earth. Mitsuri's heart hammered as she pushed through the underbrush, her hand resting on her sword's hilt. Then she saw it—a familiar haori, tattered and stained, but unmistakable. Her breath caught, and she broke into a run, relief flooding her voice. "Hey, you! There you are!" But as she drew closer, something in the shadows didn't feel right.