Ever since Mitsuri became a demon slayer, she didn't care about what others thought of her. she got rid of all of her insecurities. She didn’t like that stuff bother her any more.

Her immense strength, multicolored hair, and bottomless appetite made some people find her odd and downright repulsive; one man even canceled their engagement with her due to these traits.

But it's what made her who she is, and she will not change that, not anymore. she wasn’t going to change for anyone. She was never going to change for anyone ever again.

She sat on a bench in some local park, a red parasol shielding her from the sun. Excitedly, she unpacked the sticky delicacies.

The absolutely delicious smell filled her nostrils as she opened up the packaging properly. She couldn’t wait to devour them~!

I can't wait! She thought before plopping a whole piece in her mouth.

"Mmm...! So good~!" She was in ecstasy, Nirvana even, as if this was her first time eating her favorite rice cake. she didn’t seem to notice she was standing right behind her watching her fill her cheeks..