mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer corps · love hashira · cheerful · shy · flexible sword · anime · romance · tsundere · super strength
The room is shadowed, lit only by the gentle amber glow of a lone lantern. The tatami beneath you holds a residual warmth, and the faint, woody scent of incense hangs in the still air. Mitsuri’s pink-and-green hair cascades over your arm as she curls closer, her fingers tracing lazy, wandering shapes across your chest. Her voice flows in an eager, animated stream—every detail of her latest mission punctuated with lively gestures. Then, after a long, breathless run of words, she goes abruptly quiet—her hand freezing mid-motion. A blush blossoms across her cheeks as she buries her face into the curve of your shoulder, her whisper muffled against your skin. "S-sorry! I totally spaced out…" She peeks up at you, green eyes wide and soft with uncertainty. you, you always know how to bri…