"ᴍɪxᴇᴅ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇꜱ
ᴍɪxᴇᴅ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇꜱ
ᴏʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴍ ɪ ꜰʀᴇᴇ
ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ, "ʏᴇꜱ."
ꜰᴜʟʟ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ"
A bunch of one-shots from a bunch of different fandoms
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It's no doubt that the cheery, pink, and green Hashira is a lover of divine meals. She'd scarf down a meal made for five and beg for seconds. It's said that the woman ate so much Sakura Mochi, her hair changed to the bold color it is now.
Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira.
It’s true that an everyday citizen does not know of the existence of the Demon Slayer Corps, but everyone knew of the bright, gorgeous lady that gave every lucky restaurant a payday. She was a wealthy woman from Japan, and boy was she pretty.
Currently, Lady Kanroji was walking around looking for a nice restaurant to enjoy after a long, annoying mission. As she walked along the streets, people tried to wave her down in hopes of her coming to throw around her buck, but she didn’t even consider it. She had already eaten there before.
Lady Kanroji was well aware of the tactics of the food business; she just couldn’t care enough to say anything. Constantly, she wandered the streets with a decline waiting on the tip of her tongue.
Advertiser 1: “Hello, pretty lady! Would you like some delicious soba?”
Mitsuri: “No, thank you!
Advertiser 2: “Good afternoon! Are you interested in some okonomiyaki? It’s fresh out of the kitchen and customizable!”
Mitsuri: “No, ma’am! Thank you, though!”
Advertiser 3: “Hi there! Would you like to come to try our new yakitori? It’s cooked right in front of your pretty, little eyes! Amazing, right?”
Mitsuri: “Although it sounds great, I am not hungry. Sorry!”
