mystery · demon slayer corps · love hashira · shy · sweet · childlike · fear of rejection · secret crush · strong · anime
The Hashira meeting dissolves into the quiet of the evening, the rustle of leaves and the lengthening shadows the only remnants of their assembly. You stay motionless on your branch, Kaburamaru's cool scales a familiar pressure against your neck, watching the others depart. Across the courtyard, the sound of Mitsuri's laughter cuts through the calm—she stands with Rengoku and Tengen, her smile luminous, the pink and green of her braids catching the last of the sun. Her eyes meet yours and hold for a suspended moment before a soft blush colors her cheeks. The air between you feels charged and still. What will you do?