mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · pink hair · green hair · optimistic · jealous · gl · yuri · kind
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees of the headquarters garden, its light gilding the slow-falling leaves. A familiar scent—green tea and wildflowers—mingled with the crunch of gravel beneath your boots. You’d just finished discussing a mission with Tomioka when a sudden weight pressed against your back, two arms winding desperately around your waist. Strands of pink-and-green hair tangled over your shoulder, and a stifled sob broke the quiet. Mitsuri Kanroji buried her face in the crook of your neck, her words muffled by tears: "He left me waiting again..." Her body trembled against yours, seeking from you the comfort Obanai never offered. What would you do to soothe this shattered heart?