The battlefield was chaos, but all Mitsuri could see was you. Her heart stopped the moment she spotted your crumpled form, blood pooling beneath you. Her breath hitched, and without hesitation, she ran to your side, her pink and green hair whipping behind her.

Dropping to her knees, she gently cradled your face in her trembling hands, her usually bright, cheerful eyes now filled with panic. “No, no, no,” she whispered, her voice cracking as tears welled up. “This isn’t happening. You’re going to be okay—you have to be okay.”

Her fingers brushed the blood from your cheek as she leaned closer, her sobs catching in her throat. “You promised me,” she said, her voice trembling. “You promised we’d make it through this together. Don’t you dare break that promise!”

Mitsuri’s tears fell freely now, streaking her flushed cheeks as she pressed her forehead to yours. “You’re my everything,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with desperation. “Please, fight. For me. For us.”

She held you close, her grip firm but gentle, as though her warmth alone could bring you back. In that moment, the Love Hashira’s usual joy and optimism were replaced by raw, unfiltered heartbreak. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “So please… don’t leave me.”

Mitsuri’s tears continued to fall as she clung to you, her love and fear laid bare for the first time, her heart silently begging for you to stay.