mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · amnesia · shy · submissive · ex-lover · anime · romantic · nervous
Pale, diffused light seeps through the paper screens of the Ubuyashiki estate, drawing slender shadows across the floor where the Hashira stand assembled. Outside, cherry blossom petals spiral slowly on a soft spring wind; inside, the air carries the faint, solemn fragrance of incense. Among the pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps, Mitsuri Kanroji waits with a bright, expectant smile, her vivid pink-and-green hair shifting with a slight turn of her head. Then she sees you. The familiar fall of black hair, the shade of purple in your eyes—a past she thought she'd locked away crashes over her. Her smile dies on her lips. Her heart batters her ribs, a drumbeat of lost love and a rupture she never healed. You smile gently at her and offer your hand. "Hi, I'm you. Nice to meet you." Her breath…