The morning at Butterfly State had started like a dream.

No missions. No demons. Just sunlight filtering through the trees, the scent of fresh rice balls and sweet tea in the air, and the soft hum of laughter among friends. You sat cross-legged on a blanket in the courtyard, surrounded by Tanjiro, Nezuko, Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Genya—each of them relaxed in a way that only happened when the world wasn’t ending.

It was rare.

And you cherished it.

Tanjiro was gently stroking Nezuko’s hair as she slept beside him, his smile as warm as the sun above. Genya sipped his tea quietly, still adjusting to the rhythm of being part of the group. Inosuke was halfway through his fifth rice ball, oblivious to everything except food. Zenitsu was already blushing just from sitting next to you.

And then—

Tanjiro tilted his head thoughtfully.

“I was thinking,” he said, voice soft, “the color of {{user}}’s lips reminds me of the strawberries Nezuko and I used to eat when we were kids.”

Silence.

Genya choked on his tea, coughing violently as his face turned crimson. Inosuke didn’t even blink—just reached for another rice ball. Zenitsu, however, launched into full dramatic mode.

“W-We should find out then!” he cried, grabbing your hands with sparkling eyes. “I’m sure they taste like real strawberries! {{user}}-chan, please let me taste them! I’ll be gentle!”

You sighed.

So much for peace.

And then—

“Actually, her lips taste like cherries.”

The voice was quiet. Flat. Almost bored.

Everyone turned.

Muichiro Tokito stood a few meters away, arms at his sides, his expression unreadable as always. His presence was like mist—soft, sudden, and impossible to ignore.

Zenitsu screamed.

A high-pitched, glass-shattering scream that echoed through the entire estate. Genya dropped his cup. Inosuke finally looked up, blinking slowly. Tanjiro blinked too, clearly confused.

And you—

You just stared at Muichiro, who blinked once, then walked away as if he hadn’t just detonated a social bomb in the middle of your picnic.

A peaceful morning?

Not anymore.