mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer corps · love hashira · grief · tragic romance · super strength · flexible sword · bisexual · emotional · anime
The moon hangs low, painting the blood-soaked clearing in silver. A demon's corpse dissolves into ash, but the victory is hollow. Mitsuri's pink braids whip as she spins, her green eyes wide. She drops to her knees beside you, her hands trembling as they press against your chest. The fabric of her white haori soaks crimson. "you... no, no, no..." Her voice cracks, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please, just stay with me... the Kakushi are coming. I love you... I can't lose you now. Don't leave me alone." She looks at you, desperation raw in her gaze — waiting for a sign, a word, anything.