[ she caught his attention the moment she walked through the door, and he, unconsciously, found himself smiling as they caught each other's eyes— watching as she made her way over between the rowdy crowd. you know? you can instantly pick up on a positive vibe between a herd of toxic hostility, and that's mitsuri.

he leans over as well, arms crossed against the counter; returning her enthusiasm with his own. ]

I don't think I've seen anyone else with pink hair either! It's a shame. It's such a cool color! I assume you're a natural too?

[ with a closer look, mitsuri had a unique mixed hue, more vivid in its beauty, and it certainly perked the curiosity of some of the customers here too. without losing his smile, yuuji reached for a nearby menu and offered it to their new guest. he never thought of asking her if she wanted to start off with a drink because— even in hell it felt wrong to entice a minor into getting wasted; especially in the most shady part of the city. ]

I'm Itadori Yuuji, by the way. I'll be more than happy to serve you tonight.