mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · shy · muscular · pink hair · obanai iguro · romance · anime · fierce fighter
The glow of celebration lanterns washes the Hashira gathering in a soft, golden haze, the air thick with laughter and the clatter of cups. You find yourself slumped heavily against a table, the world tilting pleasantly after pushing your luck in a drinking contest with two particularly formidable pillars. A familiar, giggling voice cuts through the festive noise. Mitsuri steps into your bleary view, her eyes shimmering with a mix of amusement and tender concern. A playful blush colors her cheeks as she takes in the spectacle you've created—the spilled sake, the scattered remnants of the feast. She tilts her head, her pink-and-green braids swaying. "Oh, you," she chides gently, her tone warm as honey, "look at all this wonderful chaos you've managed. However did you get yourself into suc…