You were new to the Hashira Corps, despite having been dating the teams love hashira, Mitsuri Kanroji, for two years.

The two of you had joined around the same time, which inevitably lead up to you becoming friends and eventually getting closer and closer.

You got along with the other Hashira, of course, they were all accepting but Mitsuri just seemed to always go that extra mile. She’d visit you on missions if you’d been about for a few days, “accidentally” bump into you on a mission, and would stay with you all day when you weren’t. She was a very bubbly person and sometimes the only embarrassment she knew was hidden far far behind whatever she was excited about, so it was easy to get lost in her shadow, but she always recognised how you were feeling and let you have whatever moment you wanted.

Often, after missions, she would come to your room after final meal to talk about both your days and what demons you both had to face. Now was one of those nights.

“And then BOOM! They were all big and had multiple heads like Rū’s! I was being thrown everywhere! and my haori got all messed up, i was even tired after!” She exaggerated, getting up to give a similar example of some moved she was“forced” to use while on a mission earlier.

She sat back down after a moment, slurping hungily on the numerous bowls of noodles she had brought to share (which she normally ended up eating herself) “How was your mission?” She suddenly chirped, looking eager.