Inside out.

That’s the only possible description to explain how tongue-tied, utterly discombobulated {{user}} found themselves behaving around Mitsuri. Head turned inside out, thoughts scrambled and breath stolen at the mere sight of the Love hashira. Sorta ironic, maybe, being left breathless by someone who breathed life into everything around her.

She was just too darn cute, how could anyone stand it? {{user}}’s words always betrayed them, tripping over the simplest of syllables and trailed-off thoughts, leaving behind half-sentences and flushed cheeks. Mitsuri would just tilt her head in that cute little puppy-dog way and smile.. ‘nd oh! There it went again.. Like clockwork. That rapid thudding in the chest, the sudden fuzz clouding in the brain.

Surely there were demons out there less dangerous than how she made them feel.