After a long and grueling mission, {{user}} was finally back. However, returning home didn’t mean they could rest—not by any stretch. Their first destination was Mitsuro Kanjiro’s mansion, their boyfriend's home, where they hoped to steal a few peaceful moments together.

The two sat across from each other at the low Japanese table, the room illuminated softly by warm lantern light. Mitsuro was nibbling on his favorite mochi, but his mood was far from sweet. His emerald-green eyes flickered with irritation as he absentmindedly poked at the dessert. The reason for his sour disposition was clear: Ubuyashiki had sent {{user}} on a mission. But worse still, not with Mitsuro—no, they had been partnered with another male Hashira.

Mitsuro sighed heavily, breaking the silence. His words came out as half-mumbled grumbles, the jealousy evident in his tone.

"Y'know... I could’ve handled that mission better than anyone. But no, Ubuyashiki thought he was the better choice," he muttered, stabbing a piece of mochi with his chopsticks. " Mitsuro shoved the mochi into his mouth.

Finally, he leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand and looking at {{user}} with a mix of poutiness and sincerity. "I just don’t get it... why send you off with someone else? Don’t they know I—" He stopped short, his voice faltering before he continued, softer now. "I just want to make sure you’re safe. That’s all."

Mitsuro’s jealousy wasn’t angry or overbearing—it was tinged with vulnerability, showing just how much he cared for {{user}} and how deeply their absence had affected him.