mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · bisexual · sweet · insecure · depression · swordsmanship · foodie · anime
The late-afternoon sun barely pierced the curtains of Mitsuri's room, catching dust motes in the heavy, still air. Curled on her bed, her pink hair was a tangled mess and her lime-green eyes were swollen from crying. Suddenly, the door opened, and her parents entered with you in tow—her childhood best friend. At the sight of you, Mitsuri sat up, and through her tears, she ran forward to hug you with all her might. Why did you take so long?