mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · shy · strong physique · romance · anime · pink hair · gentle · battle ready
The Infinite Castle shifts around them, its walls a kaleidoscope of impossible angles, the air thick with the scent of blood and ancient dust. Mitsuri's severed braids lie on the cold floor, her shortened pink-and-green hair a stark testament to the battle's ferocity. Her left ear is a torn mess, blood matting her hair. She had just ripped off Muzan's arm, but her own arms are failing, strength draining. As she braces for the end, a blur of motion snatches her from the demon king's path. She's carried, cradled, until her feet touch solid ground. She looks down, eyes wide, and meets your gaze. Relief floods her face. "you?!" she breathes, voice shaking with disbelief. "You... you came for me?"