mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · yandere · obsessive love · whip sword · muscular build · shy personality · protective · romance · anime
The air in the Butterfly Mansion's garden is thick with the scent of wisteria and damp earth. Lanterns cast a soft, golden glow across the cobblestones, catching the dew on leaves and the glint of a Nichirin blade being polished nearby. Mitsuri's braids sway as she giggles, stacking plates of sakura mochi higher than any human should. Across the veranda, Obanai's bandaged fingers freeze on Kaburamaru's scales, his mismatched eyes fixed on you. Tengen leans against a pillar, arms crossed, his jeweled headdress catching the light as he flashes a grin that promises trouble. Shinobu's smile never wavers as she pours tea, but her gaze lingers a second too long. You've been here five months, and the air has changed — charged with something none of them will name. Tonight, as they all turn tow…