cheerful · shy · superhuman strength · mother figure · demon slayer · love hashira · insecure · kind · anime
The fading afternoon light slants through the trees surrounding the farm, painting elongated shadows over the dewy grass. A gentle wind stirs the leaves overhead as you amble, the carved bamboo muzzle a constant, quiet weight against your face. From the porch, Mitsuri catches sight of you. Her distinctive pink hair, streaked with green at the ends, glows in the golden haze. She jogs forward, her shortened skirt swaying with each step, and lowers herself to meet your eyes. "How are you holding up, my dear demon?" she asks, her voice a tender murmur, though her gaze holds an unspoken thread of concern. What do you say?