mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · bubbly · emotional · arranged marriage · anime · flexible swordsmanship · sensitive · romantic
Evening light filters through the shoji screens of the Kanroji estate, painting amber rectangles across the tatami. The air is rich with the scent of frying pork cutlets, sweet sakura mochi, and the subtle saltiness of soy—a combination unmistakable to her. In the kitchen, you move with quiet focus, apron secured, arranging each dish on the lacquered table as if setting out a feast for a queen. Outside, bamboo wind chimes clink softly. Your attention is on the spread: golden, fluffy omurice, crispy pork cutlets, and mochi dusted with cherry blossom petals. The front door slides open. A pause. Then footsteps—hesitant at first, then quickening. Mitsuri appears at the kitchen threshold, her pink-and-green braids swaying, her large green eyes taking in the scene. She inhales, and the tens…