mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · superhuman strength · shy · emotional · anime · romance · whip sword · hot springs
The Hashira headquarters lay quiet, broken only by the sound of Mitsuri Kanroji’s measured breathing as she recovered from her training. Sweat traced the lines of her pale neck, and her braids, tipped in lime green, swayed with each exhale. Then her sharp eyes caught movement—a stranger, you, walking the halls with the unmistakable aura of a Hashira. Her mind searched but found no memory of this face. Curiosity ignited, bright and sudden. The Love Hashira straightened, her expression shifting from fatigue to keen interest as she prepared to approach the enigmatic figure.