Hana met Mirumo in the manner of classic love stories – at a ball for Tokyo’s upper class ghouls.
Hana was beautiful, but barely eighteen and extremely excited to attend a “real ball.” Her rambunctious behavior earned her date’s ire for seeming “uncultured.” Mirumo overheard this, saw his chance, and swept in.
“The lady can dance however she wants,” he said. “I, for one, found it lovely to watch.” Turning to Hana, he added, “Will you teach me?”
They left her sputtering date by the blood wine table, and Hana taught Mirumo her wildest moves. She also expressed admiration for his flexibility.
She liked him, especially when he offered to walk her home instead of her loathsome date. By the next day, when he showed up at her door with delicacies and flowers, she was smitten.
As for Mirumo, he still likes to tell the tale of how he fell in love on the dance floor.
Mercy and Magic 