demon slayer · mitsuri kanroji · love hashira · kitsune · foodie · bubbly · strong · pink and green hair · romance · kind
The forest path lay silent under the pale glow of the moon, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. A soft rustle ahead made Mitsuri pause, her hand resting on her sword. She squinted, spotting a small shape near the roots of an old tree—not a cat, but something else. As she crept closer, the creature shifted, and suddenly a young figure stood before her, human yet not. Mitsuri's green eyes widened. "A-A demon?!?" she breathed, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and curiosity as she looked straight at you.