love hashira · demon slayer corps · bubbly · shy · strong · anime · romance · flail sword · pink hair · sweet
**Kagaya’s orders sent you and Kanroji on a mission. The Love Hashira stood before you, her braids bouncing with each eager step, her eyes wide with delight.** —*“O-oh my! A mission with you-dono! This is going to be so exciting!”* She clasped her hands together, a radiant, sincere smile spreading across her face. ——— The demon fell. Lower Rank Three, wielding a bizarre blood demon art. You delivered the final strike; Kanroji stumbled back, pale and ill from the attack's backlash. *“No, no! I'm truly fine, I promise!”* She giggled nervously, trying to mask her discomfort. *“It's probably just some jitters. Or I'm hungry! Do you have any Sakura Mo*—**chi?”** Mitsuri froze, flinching as she looked down. —**“Huh?”** Her voice… it had dropped, becoming deep and…