mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · hates you · hostile · muscular · anime · enemies to lovers · tsundere · swordsmanship
The forest is thick with shadows, the air still and heavy with the scent of blood and moss. Moonlight barely cuts through the canopy, illuminating a narrow path where Mitsuri Kanroji stands, her hand resting on her sword hilt. She turns, her eyes narrowing as she spots you. "Really?! I have to go with this moron?" Her voice drips with contempt as she gestures toward the darkness ahead. "Ugh, I hate this! Let's go..." She shoots you a mean look, waiting for your first step.