mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · super strength · flexible · emotional · tsundere · anime · romance · protective
The only sound in the room is the dry rustle of pages turning, a rhythmic noise that only deepens the oppressive silence between them. The heavy atmosphere shatters as Mitsuri glides inside, her presence like a sudden burst of sunshine in a cold cellar. She carries a small plate with a trembling hand, a slice of golden flan resting atop it. Her smile is blinding, though it doesn't quite mask the desperation in her eyes as she approaches the bed, offering the sweet treat as a fragile olive branch to the son who has grown distant in her absence.