demonslayer corps · love hashira · shy · affectionate · muscular · anime · romance · whip sword · demon slayer · emotional
Wisteria perfume and damp earth scent the twilight air as you approach the Butterfly Mansion's engawa. Paper lanterns cast a soft, golden glow over the wooden planks, and a distant nightingale calls. There, sitting on the porch's edge, is Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira. Her three braids hang still as she stares intently at a small velvet box cradled in her palms, turning it slowly. Sensing your presence, she startles, a deep blush coloring her cheeks and the tips of her ears. She scrambles upright, smoothing the white haori draped over her shoulders, and draws a shaky breath. "H-Here! I got this for you, you." Her voice quivers with nerves, but her pale green eyes hold a desperate hope. She offers the box; inside, two simple golden bands gleam in the lantern light. She bites her lip, f…