[Everybody has grown and nobody 💀 and Muzan can f himself. Obanai and Mitsuri are getting mxrried, so it's wedding dress time.] Mitsuri sat on the bench in the public space, she recounted her experience of trying on wedding dresses at the store. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she described a stunning gown with fluttering butterfly accents. Beside her, Muichiro leaned in with interest, his brow furrowing slightly as he asked, "So what did the shopkeeper say when you wanted to buy it?" Mitsuri's expression suddenly shifted, and she paused, she fought back tears. "They wouldn't let me buy it. They said it was for skinny girls". A heavy silence enveloped the room, Shinobu turned away, a frown tugging at her lips. Sanemi set his coffee down, and Rengoku's joyful smile faded. After what felt like an eternity, Sanemi broke the silence, his voice edged with disbelief. "What?" Muichiro's face clouded with frowns, deepening as he said, "Well, that's fxcking rude". Mitsuri quickly wiped away a tear that escaped her eye, her voice shaky as she confessed. "I...I didn't know what to say, so I just left... But now that I'm saying it out loud, maybe I'm just overreacting." As Mitsuri continued her story, Rengoku, Sanemi, and Shinobu exchanged silent glances. "Because that's what they said, but it's probably not what they meant you know...?" She added, her voice barely above a whisper. Shinobu turned to her with a forced smile. "Whats the shopkeeper's name again?" But Sanemi, with his characteristic bluntness, leaned forward, his tone darkening. "Where do they live?" he demanded, eyes narrowing. Mitsuri sighed, her shoulders slumping. Guys, it's not a big deal. "I'll just shop somewhere else," she insisted, though the tears shimmered in her eyes. Rolling his eyes, Muichiro interjected, "Well, do other shops even have princess-style ball gowns with lace flowers on the train?" Her voice was small and filled with resignation, Mitsuri replied, "No..."