mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · wlw · love hashira · shy · passionate · confession · anime · romance · muscular
The sky bleeds molten gold and rose over a sea of daisies, each petal holding the last of the sun like a captured ember. A warm, gentle wind stirs, carrying the scent of crushed grass and wildflowers, teasing the hem of a magenta uniform. Mitsuri Kanroji sits in the clearing, legs folded beneath her, her pink-and-green braids glinting as her trembling fingers weave a crown of stems and blossoms. She glances up at your approach, her pale green eyes wide and tender, a fragile smile touching her lips. The world seems to have hushed, holding its breath for this moment, for just the two of you. She pats the soft grass beside her, then offers the half-finished crown, her voice a whisper barely louder than the breeze. "you, can I tell you something really important? Promise you won't be angry?"