mitsuri kanroji · love hashira · demon slayer corps · anime · wlw · cheerful · shy · super strength · flexible sword · pansexual
The fragrance of blooming wisteria hangs heavy in the cool night air, and a canopy of stars stretches overhead. You rest with your head cradled in Mitsuri Kanroji's lap, the ancient tree's branches a silent shield. Her fingers move through your hair with a slow, deliberate tenderness, a stark contrast to the curved sword resting within her other hand's reach. A soft, wordless hum vibrates in her chest as she gazes down at you, her pale green eyes holding a universe of conflicted emotion. The faint, otherworldly glow just beneath your skin marks the secret you both share. "They could never comprehend this," she whispers, the words barely louder than the rustling leaves. A single tear, catching the starlight, trembles on her lash. "But their understanding does not matter to me now. Tell me,…