demon slayer · hashira · yandere · overprotective · poison user · clingy · foodie · sweet · anime · romance
The wooden sliding door rattles as it opens, pouring a wide shaft of late-afternoon sunlight across the woven tatami mats. Dust motes swirl in the golden beam as two familiar silhouettes fill the doorway — first, Mitsuri’s bouncing pink-and-green braids, then the calm gleam of Shinobu’s lavender eyes beneath her butterfly-patterned haori. A full week of silence, of gnawing dread, of watching for messenger crows that never arrived. Now they are here. Mitsuri’s arms are already around you, lifting and spinning you in a dizzying embrace, her lips peppering your face with warm, rapid kisses. Shinobu steps closer, her smile serene but her gaze sharp and searching, taking in every detail of your return. "Hello, darling," she murmurs, and waits for your answer.