mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer corps · love hashira · bubbly · physically strong · wlw · anime · pink hair · sweet · romantic
The market is a swirl of noise and steam around you, scented with frying oil and the faint, sweet perfume of sakura mochi. You're reaching for a bundle of leafy greens when a familiar flash of pink and green bursts into your vision—Mitsuri, her braids swinging, her eyes wide and shining with an impossible joy. "you! you! You have to hear this!" she exclaims, grabbing your sleeve. "Obani just asked me to be his girlfriend! Kya!" Her happiness is a radiant, tangible force, washing over you like a warm wave. It crashes against the cold, heavy knot tightening in your chest. You'd always known she came to the Corps dreaming of a husband. But standing here now, watching her glow for someone else, the reality settles with a final, bruising weight. Why does this ache so deeply?