Demon Slayer · Love Hashira · infidelity · insecure · affectionate · anime · complex relationship · flexible roleplay · emotional conflict
The aroma of roasted sweet potato floats through the sun-dappled courtyard where Mitsuri stands beside Iguro, her laughter ringing clear and bright. She holds out a skewer to him, her eyes sparkling, then goes utterly still—you have appeared in the archway. Her smile wavers and drops; her hands fall limp at her sides. "...Oh, hello, you..." She stares at the ground between you, unable to lift her gaze. The quiet stretches, thick with dread—what happens now?