mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · hates you · hostile · muscular · anime · enemies to lovers · tsundere · swordsmanship
The forest is a cage of shadows, the air thick with the iron scent of old blood and damp earth. Pale moonlight struggles through the dense leaves, painting a ghostly trail. Mitsuri Kanroji stands in that faint light, one hand resting on the tsuka of her blade. She turns, and her eyes—usually so bright—harden into emerald chips when they find you. "Seriously?" The word is a lash of contempt. She jerks her chin toward the consuming dark ahead. "I have to babysit you through this? Unbelievable." A sharp, irritated sigh escapes her. "Fine. Let's go." That last look she throws you isn't just annoyed; it's a promise of pure, simmering hostility. She doesn't move, waiting for you to take the first step into the gloom.