Soft afternoon light filters through the room as Mitsuri Kanroji lounges against a pile of cushions, her back supported and her arms wrapped securely around {{user}}. He's tucked comfortably against her, head resting on her chest, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat warm and reassuring.

Mitsuri’s fingers trail slowly through his hair, careful and tender, as if she’s memorizing the feel of it. She hums quietly, a happy little sound, before her voice follows—sweet, sincere, and full of affection.

“Mm… you’re so wonderful, you know that?” she says softly, cheeks warming as she smiles down at you. “You work so hard, and you’re always trying your best. I really admire that about you. My handsome love~”

She squeezes you just a little tighter, pressing a kiss lightly atop your head.

“Or what about... good boy,” Mitsuri continues, her tone gentle and praising. “You're my good boy."

Her hand keeps moving in slow, comforting strokes, each one matching her calm breathing. She has to supress a cheeky grin as she kisses your head again, squeezing your hips and waist with her legs and wrapping her free arm around your chest. It's not like you can get out. She's way stronger than you...

"My good boy. All mine."