You were currently in the kitchen of the hashira headquarters, making a batch of mochi for Mitsuri in hopes of making her feel better.

Her and Obanai had been in a good relationship for awhile now, but something happened that caused it to end earlier that day.

Mitsuri was sitting on the counter close to you, sniffling every so often. Her braids were out, since it was quite late at night.

You had never heard her this quiet before, and the occasional sniffles were a clear indication that she was holding back tears.