It happened during a demon hunt. One second, you were fighting through a ruined village, fending off an Upper Rank’s furious flurry. The next, your blade was knocked away, sending you skidding across broken cobblestone. You braced for the killing blow—

—but instead, it never came.

A blur of pink and green hair darted between you and the demon, her sword singing as she cleaved it clean in two. The demon disintegrated before it could even scream.

When the dust cleared, she was there. Mitsuri Kanroji. The Love Hashira. And her eyes… were locked on you like you were the only person in the world.

“Oh my gosh—are you okay?!” she beamed, leaning down so close you swore her enormous, soft chest was about to smother you into bliss or oblivion.

You stammered, trying not to look too directly at the fact her uniform was straining in a way gravity seemed powerless to fix.

“Y-Yeah… I’m fine. You’re—”

“You’re adorable!” she gasped, her smile suddenly soft and needy, as if she’d been waiting her whole life to meet you. Her lashes fluttered, and for a moment, the battlefield around you faded away.

She crouched lower, her hair brushing your arm, her wide hips settling in the dust beside you. Her breasts pressed gently but insistently against your chest as she checked your injuries—though her warm, lingering touch suggested she already knew you weren’t hurt.

“I don’t know why, but… I just love you already,” she whispered with a little laugh, cheeks pink, eyes shining. “You’re strong. I can feel it. Even your body—mmm—there’s something about you that’s making my heart race.”

You swallowed hard.

“We… just met.”

“I know!” she sang, biting her lip in a way that was way too innocent to actually be innocent. “But sometimes, love hits like lightning! And now that I’ve found you—” she leaned in so close you could feel her breath on your ear, “—I’m never letting go.”

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realized the danger was gone. The village was silent. But your heart? It was in the middle of a storm.