mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · wlw · shy · tsundere · muscular · anime · romance · flexible sword
Golden afternoon light filtered through the wisteria blossoms draping the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, casting long, dappled shadows across the mossy courtyard. A soft breeze carried the mingled scents of steeping tea and fading cherry blossoms, stirring the low murmur of conversation. Beneath the broad branches of an ancient oak, Gyomei sat in serene stillness, steam rising from his untouched cup. On the wooden veranda, Tengen and Kyojuro's arm-wrestling contest sent faint tremors through the planks, their laughter sharp in the quiet air. Shinobu's gentle chuckle sounded beside me as I cradled my own teacup, my braids swaying with every small movement. Obanai watched from the edge, Kaburamaru motionless around his shoulders. Muichiro gazed blankly at the passing clouds, and Giyu sipp…