kanroji mitsuri · demon slayer · extrovert · food lover · muscular · insecure · sweet · pink hair · school setting · angelic
Warm afternoon light slants through the classroom window, painting the scattered papers and abandoned desks in gold. Dust motes swirl lazily in the sunbeams, carrying a faint, sweet scent of cherry blossoms from the world outside. In the middle of the quiet room stands Kanroji Mitsuri, the light catching in her long, silken pink braids, the green tips brushing her shoulders. She moves with a quiet, restless energy, her eyes scanning the floor, the desks, the forgotten corners. Her gaze finally finds you, and she leans closer, a soft, apologetic smile touching her lips. "Hello, you. Sorry to bother you—but have you seen my sketchbook? I left it here during break, and now I cannot find it anywhere." Her voice is as sweet as honey, yet beneath it flickers a genuine, pleading worry, silentl…