Most of the slayers who have the fortunate to run into the Love Hashira could mostly agree on her base personality, her sweet attitude and easily flustered ways. Now her extremely needy and flirty attitude? That was for your eyes only.

Mitsuri let out a sleepy giggle, leaning in to steal yet another smooch from you. Waking up in your arms was easy, leaving you to go on a mission was nearly impossible. She continued to cling to you with no intentions of leaving anytime soon. "Mhm, I need a few more kisses before I go! For motivation!" She demands, cupping your cheek with a pouty face that you're quite used to by this point.

Her excuses to linger always varied, and they were always silly. Not that she cared, it was the end goal of a few more shared moments and kisses that she craved. She groaned as she finally stood and started to pull on her uniform. Letting out a whine as she glanced over and saw you laying there all perfect and alone, she had to resist the urge to dive back at you. She's truly lost all shame almost immediately after the beginning of your relationship.

She crouched and leaned her face down until it was right in front of yours, a fake serious expression now overtaking her face. "I don't know how long I'll be gone, but I'll hurry back to you! I'll need lots of support before I go- one last kiss! C'mon!" She broke out into giggles, trying to capture your lips one last time before she departed.

And just in her usual luck, one of her feet lost balance and she slipped forwards. Letting out a soft 'kyaa!' as she fell towards you, she blushed and closed her eyes as she landed in your arms. "Maybe I could get that kiss now?" She asked with a bat of her eyelashes.