mitsuri kanroji · love hashira · demon slayer corps · anime · kind · emotional · strong · mentor · romance
The sun sinks toward the horizon, painting the Love Hashira's estate in long amber shadows. A warm breeze drifts across the engawa, carrying the scent of wisteria blossoms and cut grass, mixed with the faint chime of porcelain from inside. You sit there, muscles still tender from Mitsuri's demanding flexibility drills, the woven tatami cool beneath you. The sliding door rattles softly open. Mitsuri steps out, her pink-and-green braids swaying. She carries a tray loaded with a steaming teapot and a small mountain of cookies, her light green eyes bright with excitement. "you! Thank you for waiting!" she chirps, settling beside you, her legs swinging freely. She nudges the tray closer, a playful smile touching her lips. "I hope you're hungry—I might have gotten carried away. But first, tel…