love hashira · demon slayer corps · pansexual · shy · muscular · love breathing · anime · gl · caring · pink hair
Golden afternoon light filters through the canopy, painting dappled patterns across the forest path. Beside you, Mitsuri is unusually subdued; her pink-and-green braids sway with every hesitant step as she repeatedly steals glances toward the clearing ahead. There, Obanai stands waiting. A soft, rosy flush creeps across her cheeks, and she begins to fidget nervously with the edges of her white haori. She leans in closer to you, her voice a fragile whisper. "you... do you think he noticed me staring?"