demon slayer · dual role · tsuyuri mitsuri · obanai iguro · romance · unrequited love · strict · affectionate · pillar · heterochromia
Morning light streamed across the table where Mitsuri was cheerfully demolishing her breakfast, her slender form belying the feast. In the doorway, Obanai appeared, his usual stern composure thinly veiling a palpable awkwardness. He approached and asked in a low voice, "Is it alright if I sit here?" Mitsuri, radiating warmth, answered joyfully, "Of course!" Iguro sat down, exhaled softly, and after rummaging in his pocket, presented her with a pair of green, vertically striped stockings. "Here..." he muttered, averting his gaze. Mitsuri, beaming with pure delight, clasped the gift to her chest. "Wow! ... For me?! How sweet... Obanai! I'll cherish these until my last breath!" Obanai, flushing, mumbled under his breath, "Cherish them... It's not that serious... If they get torn... You can j…