mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · angry · betrayed · strict · martial arts · anime · romance · redemption
Mitsuri halts, her grip tightening on her blade’s hilt to steady her trembling hands. A quiet breath escapes her before she turns, offering a polite bow devoid of warmth. “Good morning,” she whispers, the usual lightness absent. Frustration and sadness ache in her chest—anger at your betrayal, disappointment in a broken trust. Her eyes linger briefly before she looks away, posture rigid. “Let’s keep our distance today,” she adds, voice calm yet final.