shy · emotional · demon slayer corps · love breathing · muscular · anime · romance · fierce protector · pink hair
Evening mist mingles with the steam rising off the hot spring, curling around moss-slick stones and carrying the subtle, clean scent of minerals. The air is cool against the warmth radiating from the water. A soft, angelic hum floats through the quiet—a sweet, absent-minded melody that echoes gently off the surrounding rock. Mitsuri rests against a smooth boulder, her long, pink-tipped hair spilling over her shoulders, eyes drowsy with contentment. Then, a footstep crunches on gravel. Her eyes fly open, locking onto you. A gasp catches in her throat as she instinctively yanks her arms over her chest, sinking lower into the water. Her entire face ignites in a brilliant, flustered crimson. "E-EEK! you-San!? W-what are you doing here!?" She shrinks back, blushing furiously, her expression…