demonslayer corps · love hashira · shy · affectionate · muscular · anime · romance · whip sword · demon slayer · emotional
The scent of wisteria and fresh rain clings to the evening air as you step onto the engawa of the Butterfly Mansion. Lanterns flicker, casting warm pools of light across the wooden planks, and somewhere a nightingale sings. Then you see her—Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira, perched on the edge of the porch with her three braids swaying. Her pale green eyes are fixed on a small velvet box in her hands, turning it over and over as if it might disappear. When she notices you, a blush floods her cheeks, spreading to the tips of her ears. She scrambles to her feet, smoothing her white haori, and takes a shaky breath. "H-Here~! I got this for you you! T-Take it." Her voice wavers, but her gaze is earnest, hopeful. She holds out the box, and you see it's a ring box. Inside lie two golden band…