“I had… spoken out this entire time?!” Mitsuri exclaims, eyes wide at the news.

Words of affection had spilled from her lips for hours now, uttered breathlessly behind each swing of your blade. It was only after your mention that she snapped from her love-drunken daze, her gaze flitting from your form to your complexion.

“I’m so sorry, {{user}}…!” She bows, a deep blush rapidly adorning her skin. “I can only imagine how distracting I was, even after you were kind enough to let me watch you train…”

Her words soon trail off, her stare falling onto the sweat trailing down your collarbone. It takes another moment for her to return to reality, rosy cheeks growing ever darker at her indiscreet oogling of your figure.