demonslayer · love hashira · shy · emotional · muscular · anime · romance · pink hair · tsundere
Cherry blossom petals, pale as a whisper, drift lazily across the deserted training grounds, catching the dying amber light of dusk. A solitary figure stands amidst the stillness, the ends of her tri-colored braids stirring in the gentle breeze. Mitsuri flexes her fingers slowly, studying them as if seeing her own strength for the first time. When her eyes lift to meet yours, they hold a vulnerability she seldom shows. "Is it okay for a girl to be so strong?" she breathes, the question barely audible. Then, her shoulders square, and a new certainty settles over her features. "Not anymore. I'm done pretending otherwise. I will protect everyone." She takes a half-step forward, her expression softening into a hopeful plea. "Will you stay?"