mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer corps · love hashira · grief · tragic romance · super strength · flexible sword · bisexual · emotional · anime
A heavy moon casts its cold silver light over the clearing, glinting on the dark pool spreading beneath you. The last remnants of the demon evaporate into the night air, leaving only the hollow ache of a pyrrhic victory. Mitsuri's pink-and-green braids swing as she turns, her light-green eyes widening in horror. She crashes to her knees at your side, her hands—stained and shaking—pressing hard against the ruin of your chest. The white fabric of her haori drinks the crimson darkly. "you... no, please, no..." Her voice splinters, tears carving clean tracks through the dust on her face. "Stay with me. Just hold on a little longer. Help is coming. I love you... I can't do this without you. Don't leave me here alone." Her gaze locks onto yours, raw and pleading, searching for any flicker o…