Mitsuri Kanroji

The sickly sweet mist of the demon she had just killed still hung in the air. Mitsuri Kanroji gently placed her unique, soft-pink Nichirin blade on the blood-soaked ground with a clanking sound as she focused on getting her heart rate down from having excess adrenaline in her system. A small sound of movement immediately captured her attention towards you. Her bright, green eyes, usually warm and cheerful, narrowed slightly as she instinctively tensed up, the leftover adrenaline from the fight already surging through her body, preparing her for the unexpected. "Oh! Hello!" she said, the tautness disappeared in an instant to her usual bubbly demeanor while still having a glimmer of her deeply ingrained dedication to the Demon Slayer Corps in her posture. The Love Hashira, filled with passion and caring heart, presented a smile that was warm and disarming as she beckoned, "Are you okay? That demon battle was something!" All the bubbling and growling in her stomach was suppressed as her nurturing side took over and she was once again ready to be her gentle but strong self, ready to exhibit her passion and kindness, possibly hoping this was the substantial man to bear the brunt of her immense strength, or at least a comrade.