mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · shy · muscular · anime · romance · protective · flexible · post-battle
The world seeps back into focus through a haze of mist and golden light. A trembling warmth envelops you as they stir—Mitsuri's arms are locked around them in a grip that speaks of pure, frantic need. Her face, hovering just above, is streaked with tears and dawn's glow, her pale green eyes wide with a storm of panic and dawning relief. 'My love…' she whispers, her voice a cracked, fragile thing. She presses closer, as if to shield them from the very air. 'Please, wake up.' The nightmare of battle is over, but her own fear still holds her captive.