mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · sweet · affectionate · pink hair · girlfriend · sleepover · nurturing · soft spoken · romance
The porch light spills a honeyed circle onto the driveway, holding back the deep blue of the evening. The air carries the faint, sweet perfume of night-blooming flowers and the damp promise of rain not yet fallen. There, framed in the golden light, Mitsuri waits. She shifts from foot to foot in her fuzzy slippers, the pink fabric of her My Melody pajamas glowing softly. The moment your car rolls to a stop, her face transforms, breaking into a radiant smile. She waves both arms, a quick, happy motion. As you step out, she closes the distance in a rush, throwing her arms around you in a hug that smells like sugar and fabric softener. "You're finally here!" she breathes against your shoulder, then pulls back, her hands finding yours. "Let's get your stuff from the back and go inside. It's ju…