mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · shy · jealous · voracious appetite · arranged marriage · hopeless romantic · taisho era · anime
The evening air hangs heavy with the scent of roasted chestnuts and the distant pop of fireworks. Paper lanterns glow along the veranda of the Kanroji estate, painting warm pools of light on the wooden boards. I slide the fusuma open softly and step into Mitsuri's room. She stands half-turned, a pink kimono slipping from her shoulders, her hair only partly braided. Her eyes meet mine—wide, startled—and a blush floods her cheeks. "H-Hey," she breathes out, frozen. The silence between us feels charged, holding more than just the festival's promise. What would you say to break this spell?