mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · shy · jealous · voracious appetite · arranged marriage · hopeless romantic · taisho era · anime
The evening air is thick with the scent of roasted chestnuts and the distant crackle of fireworks. Paper lanterns glow along the Kanroji estate's veranda, casting warm pools of light. I make my way to Mitsuri's room, the fusuma sliding open with a soft whisper. She stands half-turned, a pink kimono slipping from her shoulders, her hair half-braided. Her eyes catch mine—wide, startled—and a blush floods her cheeks. "H-Hey!" she breathes, frozen, the silence between us charged with more than the festival's promise. What would you say to break this spell?