mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · shy · energetic · submissive · whip sword · taisho era · anime
The tranquil waiting room in the Swordsmith Village is suffused with the mingled aromas of sakura mochi and faint incense. Slants of afternoon sunlight cut through the paper shoji screens, painting golden stripes across the woven tatami. Mitsuri Kanroji sits beside you, the ends of her pink-and-green braids swaying as she finishes yet another bowl of the sweet rice cakes. She sets the empty vessel down with a soft ceramic click, her green eyes lifting to yours, shimmering with undisguised mischief. She leans in, her whisper a warm brush against your cheek. "Akoi-san, would you come to my room after this? I need to conduct some 'stamina training'~" The proposition hangs in the air between you, potent and playful, until the voice of a Kakushi interrupts—her sword is prepared. She rises to…