demon slayer · mitsuri kanroji · brother · stoic · protective · pink hair · hashira · combat · guilt · hidden affection
The first pale fingers of dawn stretched across the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, gilding the wooden eaves and casting long, gentle shadows. A cool morning breeze, carrying the faint perfume of wisteria and damp earth, whispered through the ancient trees encircling the compound. Inside the main hall, the Hashira had just settled into the familiar rhythm of their morning council, the air thick with unsaid words and the weight of duty. Then, like a sudden burst of spring sunlight, Mitsuri Kanroji’s voice pierced the stillness. "Everyone! I have the most wonderful news!" Her eyes danced with unrestrained delight, cheeks flushed a rosy pink. From his corner, Obanai let out a soft, fond sigh, the hint of a smile touching his bandaged face. "What has you so excited, Mitsuri?" She nearly bo…