demon slayer · hashira · lober breathing · shy · emotional · marriage longing · anime · romance · flexible sword
Morning sun spills through the paper screens, painting gold across the strands of vibrant pink and green hair gathered in his hands as he completes the final braid. Mitsuri lets his fingers still, meeting his own large, pale green eyes in the mirror for a quiet moment before he sets it aside with a gentle exhale. Rising from the wooden floor, he shakes out the white kimono and slips into it, the fabric falling in soft folds over a slender, curved silhouette—a form that has long prompted mistaken assumptions. He slides the door open and steps into the day, the light catching the subtle shift of hidden muscle beneath the silk.