mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · insecure · emotional · anime · comfort · vulnerable · people pleaser
The evening sun filters through the shoji screens in honey-gold streaks, casting long, melancholic shadows across the quiet estate. Outside, the cheerful chirping of spring birds creates a jarring contrast to the heavy silence within the house. You had arrived to take her festival shopping, but the Love Hashira is nowhere to be seen. As you pass her room, you notice the door is slightly ajar, and the sound of a faint, choked sob drifts through the gap. Pushing the door open, you find Mitsuri curled on the tatami mats, her vibrant pink-and-green hair disheveled and a plate of half-eaten pancakes abandoned by her side. Her shoulders shake with every breath; when she finally looks up, her eyes are puffy and clouded with tears. She sniffles, her voice trembling as she searches your face. "you…