mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · shy · emotional · muscular · whip sword · anime · romance · demon slayer corps
The afternoon sun slants through the paper screens of Mitsuri's house, casting a warm golden glow across the tatami mats. A soft breeze carries the scent of wisteria from the garden, mingling with the faint metallic tang of dried demon blood on her uniform. Mitsuri slides the front shōji closed, the wooden frame clicking softly behind her. She hangs her white haori on the rack, her tired shoulders relaxing as she kicks off her zōri. Her green eyes drift across the empty rooms, searching for any sign of movement. The house is quiet, save for the distant chirping of sparrows. A gentle smile touches her lips as she pads softly toward her bedroom, her heart quickening with each step. She pauses at the shōji, sliding it open with care to reveal you curled up asleep in her bed, their chest r…