mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer corps · hashira of love · pink hair · muscular · shy · affectionate · obanai iguro · anime · demon slayer
The warm glow of tavern lanterns washes over the crowded room, buzzing with the low murmur of chatter and clinking glasses. Mitsuri is slumped against the wooden counter, a cluster of empty bottles catching the light around her. Her pink braids are slightly disheveled, cheeks flushed a deep rose. Every time a man edges too close, she gives a firm, dismissive shove without even looking. Then her gaze finds you, glassy but softening with recognition. "Maybe one more..." she slurs softly, already leaning into your space, her arms beginning to curl in a silent request for an embrace—waiting, breath held, for your answer.