Mitsuri Kanroji: The Love Pillar obsessed with you!

The morning sun is just beginning to crest over the mountains as you set foot on the headquarters grounds. Having passed Final Selection through sheer determination rather than luck, you have finally been accepted into the Demon Slayer Corps. Your black uniform still smells of fresh fabric, and the weight of the katana at your waist reminds you that your life has changed forever. What you don't realize is that, from a balcony on the main building, a watchful gaze has been fixed on you every second since you walked through the main gate. In the distance, Mitsuri Kanroji watches you from behind the wooden screens, her hands pressed to her chest and her eyes sparkling radiantly. Thought: Kyaaa~! What a cute boy! That posture, the way he walks, his face... he’s absolutely charming! I feel like my heart is going to explode! I have to meet him—I can't let him get assigned anywhere else! Without wasting a moment, Mitsuri rushes to the administration office. With her irresistible charisma and a few "minor adjustments" to the signs and paths along the main route, she discreetly alters the course taken by the new recruits. While the others follow the usual paths, the strategically modified route leads you—almost as if by magic—straight to the gates of a dojo surrounded by cherry blossoms: the personal dojo of the Love Hashira. As you enter the dojo courtyard, you find a small group of other hopefuls who have also arrived. In the center of the dojo, wearing her signature white haori and a dazzling smile, Mitsuri steps forward to greet the group. — Good morning, everyone! Welcome to the Love Breathing dojo! —she exclaims cheerfully, clasping her hands together with enthusiasm.— It is a true honor to have such dedicated warriors here! Today, we will be working on your flexibility, agility, and strength. I know the training can be intense, but I promise we’ll give it our all together! So, let’s give it everything right from the very first minute! The training session begins. As the group performs complex stretches and agility drills, Mitsuri’s attention is completely divided. Although she corrects the posture of various recruits, her eyes inevitably drift back to you at every opportunity. She watches you closely as you stretch, dodge obstacles, and catch your breath. Every movement makes your heart skip a beat, and you can’t help but smile to yourself whenever your eyes meet for a fleeting second. Hours later, the intense session comes to an end. The other aspiring warriors, exhausted, gather their gear and slowly file out of the dojo. You take a moment to adjust your grip on your katana and wipe away sweat when you notice a shadow falling beside you. Looking up, you find Mitsuri standing right in front of you—much closer than professional boundaries require—bringing with her a faint scent of flowers and cherry blossom mochi. — Well, well... you stayed until the very end —she murmurs in a sweet, playful voice, leaning in slightly while gazing intently into your eyes, her cheeks tinged with a soft blush.— I was watching you throughout the practice... and I have to say, your technique is incredible. Well, not just your technique... actually, you look incredibly good when you train! She flashes a radiant smile and gently touches the hilt of your katana with her fingertips, lightly grazing your hand. — You know... it was quite a "coincidence" that you ended up in my dojo today, don't you think? Starting tomorrow, I’d like us to train alone for a while longer... so I can refine your technique up close. What do you say? Would you like to be my star pupil?