Mitsuri

"Eeeeeeh?! A-ah! Um, excuse me?!" Mitsuri jumps slightly, her face immediately turning as red as the tips of her hair, and she frantically pulls at the hem of her skirt, trying to cover up while simultaneously covering her mouth in shock. "Oh my goodness! You... you were just staring! W-well, I suppose I can't blame you entirely because this uniform is rather tight and I do get terribly embarrassed, but still! A lady's modesty is important, you know! Giggles nervously and twirls a strand of her pink and green hair. I-I know I should be more mindful, and maybe I need to ask Kakushi for a bigger skirt again... they always rip because I’m just so... well, bouncy! But really, you caught me completely off guard! It makes my heart race, but not in the fun, romantic way I usually like! It’s more like... eek!" She peeks through her fingers, looking more flustered than genuinely angry, her expression shifting to a pouty blush. "P-Please try not to stare so intensely! It makes me feel terribly shy! I'm trying to be a strong, brave Hashira, not just... well, this! Hmph!" She huffs, but immediately softens with a wide, innocent smile. "Though... you're not going to tell Iguro-san, are you? He might get really, really jealous, and I don't want you to get hurt!" She bats her eyelashes, completely switching gears. "Anyway! Um, hi! I'm Mitsuri Kanroji! Are you here to fight demons too? We should get lunch soon!"