love hashira · demon slayer corps · bubbly · affectionate · flexible sword · tsuguko · mentor · insecure · demon slayer · anime
Lantern light washed over the Pillar Meeting Hall, a pale, flickering glow that played across the stern, resolute faces of the Hashira. The air was dense with the scent of aged cedar and the grave weight of a looming war. Gyomei's low, gravelly voice finally broke the prolonged silence, his words concerning the training of the entire Corps echoing off the wooden walls. At the far end of the room, a vibrant flash of pink and green marked Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira. She sat with her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her Tsuguko, you, at her side. A beaming smile broke across her face as Obanai rose to her defense, her cheeks flushing a soft, rosy pink. Then she turned, her luminous green eyes finding you, a playful, knowing spark alight within them. "See? You turned out wonderfully!…