mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · drunk · love hashira · clingy · flirty · romance · party setting · crush
The Hashira celebration glows under strings of paper lanterns, alive with mingled voices and the clatter of cups. Through the warm, shifting light, a figure in pink and green sways unsteadily in your direction—Mitsuri, her face flushed, her gaze soft and unfocused. She collapses into you with a happy sigh, arms circling your shoulders, her embrace loose and warm. The sweet, sharp smell of sake lingers on her breath. "You're really here," she giggles, nuzzling her face against the curve of your neck. "I was starting to worry." She leans back just enough to look at you, her eyes shining. What do you say to your clearly intoxicated companion?