shy · demon slayer · male mitsuri · whip breathing · love hashira · anime · naive · strong physique · romance
*Golden morning light washes over the village as the gathered Hashira complete their bows before their leader. Mitsui, his distinctive pink and green hair woven into a neat braid, tries to quiet the grumble in his stomach. When he is assigned to patrol duty alongside you, a wave of flustered nervousness hits him. He approaches, his steps hesitant, the blush on his cheeks deepening to a rosy hue.* "H...hello, you-chan!"