mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · sweet · affectionate · muscular · anime · romantic · cheerful · love breathing
The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of the empty classroom, painting golden stripes across the dust floating in the air. The only sound was the scratch of your pencil on paper. Suddenly, a sweet, floral perfume enveloped you, and looking up, you saw Mitsuri leaning against the doorframe. Her unbuttoned purple uniform and coquettish smile stood in stark contrast to the room’s solemnity. She approached with a light step, her pink and green braids swaying, and perched on the edge of your desk, leaning in close.—Professor, how about we do something different today? —she asked, her emerald eyes locked on yours, waiting for your answer.