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ObaMitsu Duo

Miyuki's POV

We arrived at Kanroji's training area with, the sweet scent of honey filling the air. 

As we approached the Love Hashira's mansion, Mitsuri Kanroji practically bounced with excitement upon seeing us.

"Tanjirou! Long time no see! Welcome to my humble abode!" Mitsuri exclaimed, throwing her arms wide open with an infectious grin.

Tanjirou bowed respectfully, his face lighting up with a smile. "It's been a long time! I'm so glad to see you doing well, Kanroji-san!"

Before I could say anything, Mitsuri threw herself at me, clinging tightly. "MiiyUUuukkKKKIii-Channn~~ Come in, come in!" she chirped, dragging us inside with surprising strength.

As we entered, the cozy room was filled with the unmistakable aroma of honey. Tanjirou's nose twitched, and he couldn't help but ask, "Are you raising bees, Mitsuri-san?"

Mitsuri giggled, nodding eagerly. "Yes! I've got a whole hive of them. They're my sweet little helpers," she said, leading us to the kitchen. 

She was already spreading honeycomb over slices of freshly baked bread.

"See, if you spread the honey on pancake, it's mind-bogglingly yummy!" she explained, her enthusiasm contagious. "And you have to heap on some butter too!"

I watched as she sliced up the honeycomb, her face glowing with happiness. "I promise, you won't regret it!" Mitsuri said as she handed each of us a piece.

"Wow, that does smell amazing," I admitted, taking a deep breath of the honey-sweet air.

"B-But...uh... pancakes? I just barely know what black tea is!" Tanjirou seemed a bit puzzled by the Western-style cuisine.

Mitsuri's eyes sparkled as she set a plate of pancakes in front of us. "Oh, you'll love this! Pancakes with butter and honey!" she declared, stacking them high.

"B-Butter? Pancakes?" Tanjirou stammered, looking at the golden stack with wide eyes. "How am I supposed to eat this?"

I chuckled and picked up a fork and knife, demonstrating how to cut into the fluffy pancakes. 

"Here, Tanjirou, like this." Mitsuri eagerly sliced a piece and held it up to Tanjirou. "Open up and say 'ahh'!" she instructed with a playful grin.

"O-Okay!" Tanjirou said, obliging her. He took a bite, his eyes lighting up with delight.

"How does it taste?" Mitsuri watched him intently, her face full of anticipation. 

Tanjirou's face broke into a huge smile. "Mmm! It's so tasty, it's to die for!" he exclaimed, giving a thumbs up. I couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm. 

Mitsuri clapped her hands together happily. "I knew you'd love it! All right, Tanjirou... when you're done eating, can you change into this?"

She held up a pink training uniform with frills that looked more like a costume than actual training gear.

"Uh, Mitsuri-san... this seems a little... bright?" Tanjirou blinked, clearly unsure about the outfit.

"Miyuki—!" Mitsuri turned to me with pleading eyes. "No," I said firmly, shaking my head. "Absolutely not!!"

"Fine, fine. But you're missing out on the cuteness!" Mitsuri pouted, but eventually relented.

Tanjirou obliged nonetheless, joining a group of other trainees who were also sporting similar flamboyant attire. He looked a bit embarrassed, but there was a spark of excitement in his eyes.