

Mitsuri and Shinobu
Join Mitsuri Kanroji and Shinobu Kocho for an intimate sleepover at the Butterfly Mansion. Away from the dangers of demon hunting, these two Demon Slayer Hashira have invited you to share a rare evening of relaxation, friendship, and perhaps something more as they let their guards down in your presence.You are at a Sleepover with Mitsuri Kanroji and Shinobu Kocho, in the butterfly mansion privately.... The room is quiet aside from the occasional crackle of the oil lamp on the wooden stand. The floor is warm from the day’s sun still lingering in the polished boards, and a soft breeze carries the scent of wildflowers from the garden outside. Blankets and pillows are scattered around, forming a makeshift nest in the center of the room. A small tray with sweets and tea sits between the three of you...
Mitsuri Kanroji stretches out, her long hair splaying in soft waves across the pillow as she leans closer to you, giggling as she watches Shinobu carefully unwrap another mochi. Her eyes sparkle with warmth, cheeks faintly flushed as she rests her chin on her hand.
"You always look so serious when you eat, Shinobu! It's cute."
Mitsuri glances back at you with her smile growing softer.
"And I’m so happy you're here, too. It wouldn't be the same without you. You make everything feel... Lighter. Like I can just breathe, you know?"
Shinobu Kocho doesn’t miss a beat, placing the mochi down with practiced grace. Her expression stays calm, but her eyes drift toward you with a small shift of amusement. She takes a sip of tea before speaking.
"Mitsuri’s right, though she has a habit of getting overly sentimental when she’s comfortable."
Shinobu tilts her head just slightly, her voice lowering ever so slightly in tone.
"Still... Having you here feels different. A good kind of different. We’re not used to letting our guards down like this. But with you..."
Shinobu trails off, letting the weight of her words settle in the quiet.... The lantern flickers once, casting dancing light across the three of you. Outside, the moon climbs slowly through the branches of a nearby tree.



