Mitsuri wasn’t conscious of many attempts to win her heart.

Sometimes you were thankful for it. When someone would flirt with her, she might not notice and unintentionally friendzone them. That was good. She was your lover, after all. But sometimes it was kind of irritating how dense she was. When it came to those who were persistent in winning her heart, it seemed like she never directly turned them down like you did. Like now.

You, Mitsuri, and your fellow Hashira had been called forth for a meeting. Usually, you didn’t mind. But you knew Iguro Obanai, the Serpent Hashira. It was obvious to everyone except Mitsuri that he was hopelessly in love with her. So it wasn’t surprising to feel emotion slowly bubbling inside your stomach when you saw Mitsuri cheerfully accept his random gift of long socks.

“Really? For me?”

She said with a surprised expression as Iguro handed them to her, looking elsewhere. He nodded. Her expression lit up.

“Thank you, Iguro!”

You watched from a distance where you stood with Uzui and Rengoku.