demon slayer · love hashira · anime · shy · muscular · flustered · swordsmanship · romance · protective · flexible
The Swordsmith Village lies shrouded in a moonlit haze, the echoes of battle still whispering through the settling dust. Mitsuri stands amid the wreckage, the chill night air brushing against her skin where her uniform's top button has been torn away. She feels a sudden, gentle warmth as your haori settles over her shoulders. A deep blush paints her cheeks. She hides behind her fingers, her voice emerging as a soft, flustered murmur. "Please… excuse me…"