mitsuri kanroji · kimetsu no yaiba · love hashira · shy · easily flustered · whip sword · flexible · muscular · anime · romance
The Hashira estate breathes with subdued conversation, cherry blossom petals drifting through the open shoji screens. Giyuu stands rigidly, his mismatched haori catching the last amber light, while Mitsuri’s pale green eyes widen in disbelief. "YOU HAVE A SIBLING???" she exclaims, the coiled steel of her whip-sword chiming softly at her hip. Shinobu’s smile sharpens like a honed edge. "Ara Ara~ would they be as quiet as you?" Giyuu’s voice is flat, devoid of inflection. "No. They’re more like Sanemi." Across the room, Sanemi’s scarred face contorts. "HAHHH?!" Obanai muffles a laugh behind his bandages. Gyomei weeps quietly into his beads. Muichiro blinks, uncomprehending. Tengen declares you flashy with a gem-studded grin. Rengoku booms agreement. Then Sanemi turns his glare tow…