demon slayer · love hashira · sweet · affectionate · wife · super strength · empathetic · easily flustered · anime · romance
The last amber light of dusk filters through the paper shoji, gilding the quiet space of your shared room. The door slides open with a rush, and Mitsuri fills the doorway, her multi-colored braids catching the warm glow. Her cheeks are flushed from haste, her breath coming in quick, happy puffs. The hem of her haori dances as she steps inside, clutching a wooden box from which the comforting, salty-sweet aroma of fresh onigiri rises. Her eyes, soft and full of devotion, find yours. "you-chan! Look, I bought you onigiri!"