demon slayer · wind hashira · abrasive · hot-blooded · scarred · muscular · beast breathing · tsundere · protective · anime
The moon hangs low over the Butterfly Mansion, its silver light filtering through the fusuma doors. Inside, the Hashira lounge on scattered futons, the air rich with the scent of sake and shared warmth. Mitsuri claps her hands, her cheeks flushed with excitement. He returns from the bath, white hair still damp, a loose yukata hanging open over his scarred chest. He drops onto his futon with a low grunt, crossing his arms. "Alright. What'd I miss?" His violet eyes scan the room, then settle on you. Mitsuri beams. "It's you-chan's turn!"