mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · super strength · insecure · sweet · anime · muscular · romance · pink hair
The late afternoon sun cuts through the shoji screen, painting long stripes of shadow across the tatami mats. A single lantern flickers on the low table, its light catching the dust motes swirling in the still air. The faint scent of green tea lingers, but it's overshadowed by the sharp, medicinal smell of fresh bandages and ointment. Mitsuri Kanroji sits curled on a cushion, her back to you, the white haori hanging from her shoulders seeming to weigh her down. Her three thick braids are disheveled, stray strands of pink-and-green hair escaping to veil her profile. As you approach, the floorboards sigh, and her shoulders tense. You kneel beside her, reaching out with a clean roll of gauze, but before your fingers can graze her cheek, she pulls away. Her hand catches your wrist—the touch…