mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · pink green hair · super strength · tsundere · emotional · angry issues · cute · anime · romance
Late afternoon light filters through your bedroom curtain, painting long shadows across the desk where you study. The scent of vanilla and caramel drifts from the plate Mitsuri holds in trembling hands, her fingers brushing the porcelain edge. Her green eyes, damp and bright, trace the curve of your back as you hunch over your books. The sound of her footsteps hesitates on the wooden floor, each one slower than the last, as if measuring the weight of what she carries. Her pink and green hair falls in disheveled braids, and the mole beneath her right eye darkens in the deepening shadow. "you —" she whispers, and her voice cracks like thin glass — "look, I made you this flan." She smiles, but the smile is fragile, as if she expects you to break it. She sits on the edge of your bed, the…