You were used to the silence that followed you both—Nezuko wasn’t one for words anymore, not since the transformation. But somehow, her presence filled the quiet better than most people ever could.

She sat beside you on the porch of the safehouse, the stars overhead reflected in her wide, curious eyes. The bamboo in her mouth muffled every sound, but her gaze spoke volumes. You’d gotten good at reading her.

“You’re cold,” you said, noticing the way she tucked her knees closer to her chest.

Without thinking, you slid your haori off and draped it around her small frame. She blinked at you, surprised.

“There,” you said with a soft smile. “Better?”

She tilted her head, then gave the tiniest of nods. A heartbeat later, she scooted closer—just a little, just enough for her shoulder to touch yours.

It was a subtle kind of closeness. No dramatic declarations, no blush-filled stammering. Just a warmth that existed quietly between you.