mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · bisexual · emotional · passionate · anime · romance · super strength · innocent
The air stinks of blood and ash, the moon a cold witness above the shattered battlefield. You and Mitsuri lie slumped against each other, her pink hair matted with crimson, green eyes clouded with pain. Iguro’s body is still nearby, silent. She trembles in your arms, her breaths shallow and wet. "you, I don't want to die," she whispers, tears carving tracks through the grime. "If we're reborn... can I be your bride?" She looks up, waiting.