#obashinomitsu

(Y/n) grabbed weakly at the demon’s wrist, trying to pull his hand away and failing miserably. She was getting colder as her blood left her body, however… perhaps she wouldn’t have to suffer much longer. Her hands slid weakly to her sides as even the simple act of holding them up became too difficult to manage.

“Done so soon? Pity.”

(Y/n) closed her eyes, her eyelids too heavy to stay open. Not that she wanted to see what the demon would do next anyway. She wanted to sleep and she knew it was crazy, but she was starting to warm up again. Maybe it was all just a bad dream. She’d wake up soon.

An inhuman wail of pain managed to cut through (Y/n) brain fog and she tried to open her eyes, only managing to crack one open the tiniest bit before it closed again. A flash of pink and green being all she could perceive. The weight on top of her was pulled away and calloused, yet remarkably soft, warm hands rubbed at her frozen cheeks a muffled voice called to her. She had to really focus to hear what it was saying.

“Can you still hear me? Gods, you’re so cold! You poor dear, I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner. I need to get you out of this, okay? Don’t be afraid, I’m going to save you!”

(Y/n) is vaguely aware that her tattered and frozen kimono is being pried off of her skin until only the last layer remained. She can’t find it in herself to care. If things are going as badly as she thinks, she won’t need any of it anyway.

“There we go, who said that was going to be easy, huh? I know it’s not a lot, but this will have to do until I can get you somewhere warm, okay. Just keep breathing for me!”

(Y/n) feels something… she can’t really make out any details, but something is being tugged up her legs. Then she is propped up against the fallen tree as something is draped over her shoulders and tied tightly to her front. Finally, she’s lifted into strong arms, a pleasant and soft warmth pillows her left cheek and ear. If she had the strength to move, she would try to bury her whole face there. She felt jostled now, the old snow crunches and shatters under pounding footfalls and it becomes harder to hear the voice that seems to have been talking to her nonstop.

“We’ll be there soon! You are doing so well! I know you can do it, you’re a fighter, so strong!”

A fighter? Strong? (Y/n) felt anything but at the moment. She was so cold she felt hot, so tired, she wanted to sleep and never wake up. The only thing keeping her from doing so was that sweet, determined voice.

“Shinobu! Help her!”

“Follow me, Aoi, Kanao, heat up several water bladders. We have to warm her, but it must be gradual or she could go into shock.”

Who was that now? That voice was softer, harder to hone in on. (Y/n) thought she could feel herself slipping. The arms that had carried her so surely gave way to something softer.

“I tried to protect her skin with my haori and socks, but she looks really bad Shinobu, especially her feet.”

“Yes, this frostbite is rather severe, but she shouldn’t have to lose any fingers or toes. Whether she’ll regain proper feeling in them is a whole other matter. We will need to focus on warming her core first before we tackle the extremities. You had the right idea striping her down and covering her with dry clothes. Well done, Mitsuri… Yes, Aoi set those there, Kanao, wrap the bottles up in these extra sheets before setting them on her stomach. Aoi, prepare an IV of warm fluids, we may need it.”

As weight was slowly added to (Y/n)’s core, she felt much heavier. She was having a harder time of following the thread of conversation. Eventually, she stopped trying to listen all together as warmth seeped through to her veins, making her succumb to a dreamless sleep.

***

When (Y/n) wakes, it’s because of a sudden pressure against her forehead. She struggled to open her eyes and was startled to find a face mere centimeters away from her own. Her flinching jarred her body, throbbing pain enveloped her. The movement alerted the person hovering above her that she was awake. Their eyes opened, engulfing (Y/n)’s vision in purple.

“Oh, hello there.” The person coos so softly that (Y/n) feels she could go back to sleep. “Welcome back to the world of the living.”

(Y/n) blinks, and tries to look around at her surrounding to figure out where she was. The person, a young woman, sat straight in her chair and gave (Y/n) some space.

“Looking for someone?” She asked.

(Y/n) did not answer her and tried to sit up, only for the woman to press a hand to her chest, keeping her flat on the bed.

“Don’t move just yet. You are still healing. How is the pain, manageable?”

(Y/n) looks up at the woman and manages a deliberately slow double blink. She doubted she’d understand, but she really could not bring herself to speak in this situation. New place, new person, new smells and after what happened in the woods… too much too soon.

“Hmm, not very talkative, are you? I can’t say that I blame you, I imagine you must be exhausted even after sleeping for the last several days. So are you trying to tell me something with that slow blink or are you falling asleep?”

(Y/n) blinked again.

“Very well, one blink yes and two blinks no?”

This woman sure caught on fast. (Y/n) appreciated it. She blinked once and the woman smiled at her beautifully.

“I’ll insert another dose of pain killer into your IV drip then.” The woman stood from her chair and messed around with something behind (Y/n)’s bed. “There, you should start to feel a change in a matter of minutes. Hungry?”

(Y/n) blinks twice.

“Alright, don’t worry about your lack of appetite just yet. Plenty nutrients are coming to you through your IV, but I would like you to be eating on your own by the end of the week. How about a little water, I’m sure your mouth must feel dry.”

(Y/n) blinks once, eagerly. The expression does not escape the woman and she laughed, pressing a cup to (Y/n)’s lips until the cup is drained.

“More?”

Two blinks.

“I wish all of my patients were as easy as you.” The woman says with audible mirth. “I should introduce myself, I’m Kochou Shinobu. I’ll be helping you through your healing and recovery efforts. My staff and I are experienced in various courses of care so you can trust that you are in good hands, okay?”

Of that, (Y/n) had no doubt. She relaxes and blinks once. Shinobu’s fingers brush her hair out of her face and her skin heats with the gentle graze.

“Sleep now, we shall reconvene later,” she pulls away and stands up, “Maybe next time you can tell me your name so I can put something other than Nanashi-no-Gombei on your charts.” She winks playfully. Before (Y/n) can watch her leave, she falls asleep.

***

The Next time (Y/n)’s eyes flutter open, an excited gasp next to her ear makes her jump.

“You’re awake, I’m so relieved! Shinobu said you had woken up yesterday, but it’s always more reassuring to witness such things yourself. So, how do you feel? Do you need me to get you anything?”

Feeling a little to overwhelmed, (Y/n) could only stare at the woman hovering above her. There was something familiar about the color of her hair, the tone of her voice.

“Um, can you hear me?” The woman asked, suddenly getting shy, “Oh! Maybe you don’t remember me. You were rather out of it after all! I’m Kanroji Mitsuri, I brought you here after that awful demon chased you down.”

The clarification did help (Y/n) somewhat. She blinked once, acknowledging that she could both hear and understand Mitsuri. However, Mitsuri didn’t seem to understand the meaning of it.

“You are so quiet! Is something wrong? Oh no, you poor girl! What should I do? I’ll get Shinobu!”

Before she could run off and disturb the peace, (Y/n) fumbled with her hand, weakly latching it to Mitsuri’s. Mitsuri froze, looked down at their hands, and then melted.

“Ah! You are so cute!” Mitsuri maneuvered (Y/n)’s hand to rest in hers, holding it with such tender warmth that (Y/n) just knew this woman gave the best hugs. “Your fingers are looking better already. You were so frostbitten, it hurt just to look at you. I had to cry for a bit afterward, I thought I didn’t get to you in time.”

(Y/n) skimmed her bandaged fingers over Mitsuri’s hand, hoping that the gesture was reassuring. It seemed to work well enough as Mitsuri smiled down at her with such vibrancy that (Y/n)’s heart began pounding double time.

“Is she awake?”

Mitsuri turned around, excitement abound, “Shinobu! She is, come look!”

The purple-eyed woman from before came to stand beside Mitsuri in (Y/n)’s field of vision. She noticed (Y/n) and Mitsuri’s hands and rolled her eyes, giving the taller woman a knowing smile. Mitsuri, for her part, blushed at the attention, but did not pull her hand away.

“Good afternoon Ms. So and So,” Shinobu teased, “Still not feeling talkative today?”

(Y/n) blinked once, a small smile worked its way on her face at the little jab. She couldn’t really help that she didn’t have it in her to speak right now, but Shinobu seemed to understand somehow.

“I see, perhaps another time then. Do you think you could try to eat something for me?”

(Y/n) mulled it over in her mind before blinking once.

“Wonderful! Kiyo, can you bring something light, please?” Shinobu asked someone behind her, turning back when she heard an affirmative answer.

“Shinobu-chan!” Mitsuri’s eyes blew wide open, “Can you read minds?”

An amused sound, a short release of air from (Y/n), fully gained the attention of both women. They seemed eager to hear (Y/n), but unfortunately that was all they were getting from her for now. Shinobu addressed Mitsuri then.

“It’s not mind reading, my dear. We had established a bit of a code yesterday. One blink is yes, two blinks is no.”

“Oh…” Mitsuri’s blush rose to her ears, but then she peered back down at (Y/n) and wiggled, “Oh! In that case, are you feeling warm enough?”

(Y/n) blinked once, much to Mitsuri’s delight. Suddenly, all of Mitsuri’s weight was resting against (Y/n) and muffled squeals of delight vibrated against her ear. It was very nice, if not a bit suffocating. (Y/n) was glad her hypothesis about the hugs was right.

“Mitsuri, gentle…” Shinobu warned softly, like she had just introduced a large dog to a new born baby.

“Aw, she’s okay,” Mitsuri sat up on her elbows for a second and addressed (Y/n), “You’re okay, right?”

Blink

Mitsuri settled back down again.

This. Was. Heavenly.

“Mitsuri, her food is here.”

Ah, easy come easy go.

They helped her sit up, (Y/n) sucked in a breath and winced.

“I’m sorry, that hurt a bit I imagine. Your shoulder and neck are still healing where you were slashed, but your whole body must ache considerably. It’s been long enough now that you may have more pain killer, do you want some?”

(Y/n) ponders. She hurts, but it’s manageable. She blinks twice.

“Very well, let me know if you change your mind.”

(Y/n) eats what she can stomach while Shinobu and Mitsuri sat beside her and talked. Eventually, Mitsuri had to leave, something about another mission. She patted (Y/n) on the hand and kissed Shinobu on the cheek, waiting eagerly for Shinobu to return the favor before leaving. Shinobu continued to sit with (Y/n) for awhile until she started to nod off.

“Sleep well, Ms. So and So.” Shinobu said, smoothing over the blanket once before heading towards the door, “we’ll have you up and moving again in no time.”

The door closed and (Y/n) shut her eyes. She could hardly imagine walking again. Today she only ate while watching two people talk and she was exhausted. If anyone could help her recover her mobility, she was sure Shinobu could do it. How lucky she was to have been found that night. She had never felt more safe.

***

Three Weeks Later

“Good morning, Ms. So and So. Are you ready for recovery training today?”

(Y/n) gave Shinobu a look, making the Hashira chuckle.

“Yes, yes, sorry (Y/n). I’m just used to Ms. So and So... also, it’s just more fun to say.”

(Y/n) had been steadily getting better. When she was finally able to sit up on her own, Shinobu provided her some paper and ink to write answers to questions that required a little more than a yes or a no. It was hard, given how the frostbite (Y/n) had suffered left the nerves in her fingers and toes damaged, but she managed to clumsily scrawl out what she needed to.

“Come, let’s do a lap together, okay?” Shinobu helped (Y/n) sit up in bed and swing her legs over the side. Then Shinobu pulled the walker she had brought up to (Y/n) and helped her stand.

“There we go, is it manageable?” Shinobu asked, her hand placed protectively against (Y/n)’s stomach in case she lost her balance.

(Y/n) pursed her lips as something in her throat quivered. She was quite comfortable with Shinobu these days and she was getting used to the routine of the estate, but now she was dealing with a whole other issue, which was that she had an undeniable crush on her and just the idea of talking to her gave her butterflies, so fitting. Remembering that Shinobu had just asked her a question she gave a jerky nod that agitated the healing wound on her shoulder.

“Easy now, take it slow.” Shinobu cooed, rubbing (Y/n)’s back and making the butterflies in her stomach double in volume. “One lap around the medical wing and then we’ll try some walking without the walker.”

(Y/n) managed a quiet, abrupt hum and looked down at her discolored toes, taking her first step with determination to make it the whole way without having to turn around a quarter of the way through.

“Aw, what a cute little sound,” Shinobu teased, “I don’t think I could help myself if I got to hear more!”

‘What is she talking about? At this rate, I don’t think I’ll talk ever!’ (Y/n) pushed herself forward, her face felt like it was on fire.

“Oh, are you trying to get away from me? Are you embarrassed?” Shinobu poked further, easily keeping up with the snail like pace (Y/n) had set.

(Y/n) couldn’t believe how flirty Shinobu was. (Y/n) knew pretty much day one that Shinobu was dating Mitsuri. She knew for sure by the end of the first week when Mitsuri was telling her about something funny that had happened on a date she and Shinobu went on one time. Maybe she was just a naturally flirty person, or didn’t even realize… no she definitely realized. Whatever the case, (Y/n) was going to try her best to ignore her. She would hate to be a point of contention between Mitsuri and Shinobu. Especially since she also liked Mitsuri very much. Although, Mitsuri was quite affectionate with her as well in Shinobu’s presence… too much to think about!

“Concentrating hard I see. We’ve almost completed the loop, good job!”

Sure enough, (Y/n) could see the door to her room just ahead. Her toes were throbbing, but she managed to focus her weight to rest on her heels than the front of her feet. The walker she was using also helped her keep the weight off. Only a few more yards!

“Okay, this looks like a good place to stop.”

Shinobu placed a hand over the walker, making (Y/n) come to a stop. (Y/n) faced Shinobu with a look of obvious confusion, prompting Shinobu to explain.

“You’re going to walk the rest of the way yourself.”

“???” (Y/n)’s mouth fell open, making Shinobu giggle as she pulled the walker away.

(Y/n) felt her balance shift immediately and she slumped into the wall to try to keep herself upright while she watched Shinobu glide to her room with the walker. When Shinobu reached the room, she turned around and motioned (Y/n) over with a smile.

“Come along, you can do it.”

‘Easy for you to say.’

(Y/n) wasn’t interested in giving up so soon, however. She sucked in a huge breath of air and began scooting over to Shinobu. She tried to only use the wall as an assist when she felt like she was going to fall and she was surprised and excited that she was doing as well as she was. Shinobu was right, she could do this!

“You made it, I knew— oh? I didn’t know you were such a hugger, (Y/n).”

(Y/n) had collapsed into Shinobu’s arms, exhausted but feeling rather accomplished. She hugged Shinobu tightly, hoping her gratefulness was expressed through the action. As she began to separate, she heard an excited gasp from the opposite side of the hall and the thumping sound of stocking feet, then an almost crushing weight on her back.

“Group hug!”

“Mitsuri, careful.” Shinobu gently reminded, “She’s getting better, but she’s not healed yet.”

“Aw, okay, but she is really getting better, right? That’s great!” Mitsuri spun (Y/n) around, “Pancakes to celebrate?” She asked.

(Y/n)’s eyes gleamed at the prospect. Mitsuri had made pancakes for (Y/n)’s first full meal and they were amazing. She leapt into Mitsuri’s arms without thinking and would have probably fell if Mitsuri hadn’t caught her.

“I will take that as a yes, let’s go!”

To (Y/n)’s surprise, Mitsuri swept her off her feet and began almost skipping down the hall with Shinobu by her side. The couple began talking about something one of their fellow Hashira was up to and somewhere between the safety, and the warmth, and the familiarity, (Y/n) uttered a quiet,

“Where…?”

The Hashira couple’s steps faltered, Mitsuri’s more noticeably than Shinobu’s. Mitsuri looked at (Y/n) in awe while Shinobu quickly recovered with a grin.

“We’re going to the kitchen to make the pancakes. Let us know if you need to rest, okay?”

“Okay.” (Y/n) exhaled and felt herself relax in Mitsuri’s arms. She felt good. She hadn’t felt so comfortable in a long time. Maybe when she was all healed up, she could ask Shinobu about a job so she could stay.

“So cute!” Mitsuri wailed adoringly, cradling (Y/n) almost like a baby.

***

(Y/n) was starting to feel a lot better. She could stay awake longer and wasn’t bound to bed rest as often. She was taking a quick breather from her exercises, watching the snow fall outside from the warmth and safety of the mansion when she heard Shinobu, Mitsuri and an unfamiliar voice steadily drawing closer to the recovery room she was using. The door slid open and (Y/n) looked away from the window to watch Shinobu and Mitsuri enter with a person she had never seen before wearing bandages across their face and a striped haori.

“See, there she is! Isn’t she cute?” Mitsuri asked the stranger, gesturing at (Y/n) wildly with her hands.

“You think everyone is cute to some extent, Mitsuri.” The stranger replied, looking over at (Y/n) and giving her a good view of mesmerizing green and yellow eyes.

“We get it, we get it. You love Mitsuri, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to acknowledge when another girl is cute, Iguro-san.” Shinobu teased, “Especially when your own girlfriend is constantly telling you about who she thinks is cute.”

Shinobu’s words gave (Y/n) pause. Did she just refer to Mitsuri as that guy’s girlfriend? Was she privy to some kind of affair without realizing it and they didn’t feel like they needed to hide it from her because she wouldn’t say anything? (Y/n) would have never guessed they were those kind of people!

“(Y/n), meet my boyfriend, Iguro Obanai! You think he’s cute, right?” Mitsuri asked, slinging her arm over (Y/n)’s shoulders and using her other to do a jazz hand in Obanai’s direction.

It would have been a bit of an understatement to say (Y/n) felt rather overwhelmed. First the new person, the knowledge of an affair, Mitsuri shaking her around… she tensed and clammed up. She was only able to dance her eyes between Shinobu and Obanai until a lightbulb seemed to go off in Shinobu’s head and she stifled a laugh beneath her hand. Mitsuri and Obanai’s attention then focused exclusively on Shinobu, waiting for her to explain what could possibly be so funny.

“Mitsuri, have you by chance mentioned to (Y/n) that you and Iguro-san were together before now?” Shinobu asked between giggles. Obanai could already see where she was going with this and rubbed the bridge of his nose. No wonder the girl was looking at him like that.

“No, I guess I haven’t. Not like I didn’t want to, it just never came up. What’s your point?” Mitsuri blinked, mind still churning.

“Mitsuri, up until this point (Y/n) only knew that you and I were together. Imagine her surprise when you suddenly introduce her to your boyfriend. She probably thinks we’re having an affair behind Iguro-san’s back.”

Mitsuri blanched and suddenly she was all over the place. Apologizing to (Y/n) for not being more clear, apologizing to Obanai for the awkward first impression and scolding Shinobu for still laughing at her.

“Shinobu-chan! Stop, it’s not that funny!” Mitsuri whined, tugging on Shinobu’s haori.

“I’m sorry my dear, but it’s actually hilarious.” Shinobu grinned before handing Mitsuri a handkerchief to deal with her profuse sweating. “Here, I’ll be clear for you (Y/n) so there isn’t any further confusion.” Shinobu assured, stepping to stand between Mitsuri and Obanai. She put a hand on Mitsuri’s shoulder as the poor girl dabbed sweat from her face.

“I am dating Mitsuri, Mitsuri is dating me, but she is also dating,” she put her other hand on Obanai’s shoulder who gave her a look of mild annoyance, “Iguro-san. However, Iguro-san and I,” Shinobu withdrew both of her hands to form an ‘X’ in front of her chest, “are not dating. Does that make sense?”

That did make sense. At the very least it made (Y/n) feel better that she wasn’t a home-wrecker’s reluctant accomplice. She nodded, a small, relieved smile spreading across her face.

“So does she just not talk or…?” Obanai trailed off and Shinobu raised an eyebrow at Mitsuri who seemed to start sweating all over again.

“I know you know how to communicate Mitsuri-san. Please practice relaying relevant information between parties in the future, my sweet.”

“Will do.” Mitsuri squeaked, blushing heavily.

Shinobu then addressed Obanai, “She can, but is not always in the correct space to do so. Don’t be offended if she doesn’t speak to you, it takes some time to warm up and even then sometimes it may be too daunting.”

(Y/n) was surprised and rather touched that Shinobu paid enough attention to her to give a nice little summary like that. It made her feel dizzyingly warm… or maybe she had been standing for too long. Shinobu seemed to notice her swaying and came to her aide, testing the warmth of her forehead with the back of her hand.

“You’ve been working hard today. We were just going to sit down for some snacks and tea. Do you think you can come, or do you want to lay down?”

(Y/n) took hold of Shinobu’s hand and removed it from her forehead. Then she gave her a tug in Mitsuri and Obanai’s direction and nodded, signaling that she would be happy to join them with a shy smile. She then let go of Shinobu’s hand, expecting her to do the same. However, Shinobu kept a hold of her and took the lead, starting up a conversation with Obanai and Mitsuri about what had happened at the Hashira Meeting. Something about the progress of a boy and his demon sister that (Y/n) couldn’t wrap her head around.

They all sat around a low table with a spread of tea and various treats that made the snack break look more like a full course meal, but it was a very warm and comfortable affair with Mitsuri intermittently sharing bites between Shinobu and (Y/n).

(Y/n) noted with concern that Obanai was not partaking and questioningly gestured between him and the tea, silently asking him if he’d like a cup. Mitsuri squealed and clapped her hands, finding the sentiment very sweet. Obanai thanked her, but passed on the offer. She seemed nice enough, not one to stare, but he’d rather keep his face hidden for now. If she stuck around long enough, they would probably become more comfortable around each other in the future.

Obanai looked back at Mitsuri, listening to her ramble about a new food stand that opened up a few towns over and absently rubbed at his neck, surprised not to feel Kaburamaru’s scales beneath his fingertips.

“Oh?” Shinobu chuckled, watching the serpent wind it’s way into (Y/n)’s lap and up her arm. “And here I thought I was his favorite.”

“Sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into him. I promise he’s harmless.” Obanai said already reaching across the table to scoop the snake, but paused when he saw (Y/n) stroke the underside of Kaburamaru’s chin in just the way he liked it and sat back while Mitsuri cooed at the sight.

Yeah, if (Y/n) stuck around like Mitsuri and Shinobu hoped, he could see them getting along.

***

(Y/n) was anxiously pacing the length of her room. Shinobu would be coming to give her a final checkup before she would be cleared for discharge. That meant she would have to implement her plan to ask Shinobu for a job and she was already so nervous. There were already plenty of people who already held employment around the estate, her hopes that Shinobu would have a place for her were already low.

“Up and about already I see.” Shinobu commented as she glided through the doorway, spooking (Y/n). “Sit down so I can get a good look at you, okay?”

(Y/n) heeded her words and sat down while Shinobu checked her over and asked a bunch of questions. Lastly, she took one of (Y/n)’s hands in her own and studied the skin. Some splotchy discoloration still remained, but Shinobu had healed them to the best of her ability.

“Your nerves might give you trouble from time to time, but as long as you keep your fingers and toes adequately covered it should spare you from too much aggravation.” Shinobu informed, “Other than that,” she smiled warmly, “you have a clean bill of health. Congratulations, Ms. So and So.”

“Thank you, Shinobu-san.” (Y/n) swallowed thickly. This was it, now or never. She took a deep breath and,

“I know your all healed up, “Can I have a job?” but would you ever consider staying?”

(Y/n) and Shinobu spoke in unison, their words meshing into unrecognizable gobbledygook, making Shinobu laugh.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n). What was that?”

“Job! Can, can I have one? Here?” She stammered, face growing warmer by the second.

“You want a job?” Shinobu blinked. She hadn’t expected that, but it certainly made things easier. She couldn’t wait to give Mitsuri the news.

“Yes. Can I? Is there…?” (Y/n) trailed off, already mentally preparing herself for the journey back to her ransacked, lonely house. Hopefully Mitsuri had eradicated any other demons that had been lurking around the area. Oh, Mitsuri, (Y/n) wouldn’t even have a chance to say properly say goodbye.

“Sure!” Shinobu said cheerfully, causing (Y/n)’s eyes to refocus back on her, “I could always use an extra set of hands around here.”

“Thank you!” (Y/n) was so excited she leapt at Shinobu and hugged her tightly, bouncing her around the room until she remembered herself and abruptly let go.

“Um! Sorry, Shinobu-san… ah, Kochou-sama!” (Y/n) bowed at the waist several times in rapid succession, the heat of her blood rising back to her face was like an inferno now. That was no way to treat her new employer! She needed to pull herself together!

“No, no, none of that,” Shinobu pushed back on (Y/n)’s shoulders to keep her up right, “Shinobu is just fine like before and your hugs are always welcome. Everything between us will be the same as before.” But hopefully subject to some change. She told herself.

“Okay.” (Y/n) exhaled a big breath of air and nodded. Shinobu was so nice! She would make sure to work as hard as she could! “What should I do first?”

“You want to get started already? (Y/n), I just discharged you five minutes ago.” Shinobu reminded.

“I can handle it! I want to be useful!”

Shinobu bit the inside of her cheek. Truthfully, the Butterfly Estate ran a tight ship. Everything was done in a timely manner, most of it done without her presence being needed. Hmm… she had been letting her paperwork get away from her recently. It would be nice to have someone to help keep her organized.

“Very well, come with me.”

Shinobu led (Y/n) to her office and showed her heavy stack of papers that was nearly a fourth of Shinobu’s height. She explained that they all needed to go into corresponding binders based on the subject matter, showing her that each paper was already marked with a little dash of color to show in which colored binder they belonged.

(Y/n) nodded with sure fast determination and took the heavy stack into her arms. She walked to the table full of binders and got to work. Shinobu sat at her desk and got through more work of her own, stopping to watch (Y/n) toil away every so often with a soft expression.

And that was how the first couple weeks of (Y/n)’s employment went. Shinobu always found something in her office or in the lab for (Y/n) to do whether it was organizing papers, washing petry dishes or having her help in the greenhouse, Shinobu preferred (Y/n) work close to her. Although it was heartwarming to watch the younger girls enlist her on occasion when Inosuke and Zenitsu became too rowdy. To Shinobu, it was almost as if (Y/n) had always been there. That was just how well she fit in.

Currently, Shinobu was showing (Y/n) how she made certain medicines while (Y/n) made no effort mask just how amazed she was with Shinobu’s work and it really stroked the Hashira’s ego. It even drove Shinobu to show off a little.

As she explained the various compounds, procedures and reactions, Mitsuri surprised them both with her first visit after being sent off on a long mission with Obanai a few days before (Y/n)’s discharge and she came armed with a heavy looking bag.

“Hi!” Mitsuri greeted, giddily jumping into Shinobu’s arms and peppering her face with kisses. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too. Did your mission go well?” Shinobu asked, giving (Y/n) a warning look over Mitsuri’s shoulder as the other girl made teasing, lovey dovey gestures at her behind Mitsuri’s back.

“Yup! Very successful!” Mitsuri nodded vigorously before turning around to focus in on (Y/n), who had quickly taken on a more unassuming stance. “I did have to make a little stop on the way once I read Shinobu’s letter about how you were going to be living here, (Y/n).”

“Really? Where?” (Y/n) asked.

Mitsuri grinned and pushed the bag into (Y/n)‘ s arms. Since the poor girl didn’t expect the hefty bag to fall into her hands, she sunk to the ground, unable to carry its weight.

“Oops, sorry!” Mitsuri apologized sheepishly while playfully slapping at Shinobu for laughing. “Go on, look inside!”

(Y/n) slowly pulled the drawstring of the bag loose and she looked into the bag, a quiet gasp of surprise escaped her lips upon recognizing the familiar objects inside. She looked up at Mitsuri in awe.

“How did you…?”

“Since you were going to be living in one of the residential rooms here, I thought it might be nice to have some familiar things to make it more homey!” Mitsuri explained, moving to sit on the floor beside (Y/n). “So I asked around the town nearest to where I found you and found where you lived before. Not everything was salvageable, but I packed up everything I could.”

“Thank you very much, Mitsuri-san. That was very thoughtful of you.” (Y/n) wrapped her arms around Mitsuri and hugged her tightly. She didn’t particularly miss her old house, but there were some sentimental items that she assumed would be long gone. The fact that Mitsuri would go through the trouble even after many nights on the road slaying demons, made her heart swell with gratitude.

“You’re welcome!” Mitsuri nearly swooned at the attention, returning the hug with vigor, even going as far as to wrap her legs around (Y/n)’s waist as well.

Shinobu, although she would never admit it, felt a bit left out. To remedy this, she tapped them on their heads to redirect their attention on her and motioned to the bag.

“Let’s go to your room and get this all sorted out then, shall we?”

(Y/n) nodded and Mitsuri untangled from her with a small pout upon her lips. It only broke into a smile when (Y/n) offered her hand to help her stand up. Mitsuri then grabbed hold of the bag and swung it over her shoulder like it weighed nothing and the trio went on their way.

They were just putting the finishing touches to the room when Shinobu’s crow ducked in through the open window and flapped it’s wings at her, signaling for her attention.

“Mission, mission, head eastward. People have been disappearing!”

Shinobu stroked the bird’s feathered breast and offered it her arm as a perch.

“Really? A mission now after I just got back? What rotten luck!” Mitsuri whined while (Y/n) looked on worriedly.

“It’s to be expected in our line of work, but it is unfortunate timing,” Shinobu sighed, “I must prepare quickly and be on my way.

“Hugs and kisses first!” Mitsuri insisted, scaring off Shinobu’s crow when she launched herself at her shorter girl.

“Mitsuri, Mitsuri!” Shinobu couldn’t help the giggles that escaped her under Mitsuri’s ticklish touches and overly excited kisses. “This is a little much in the presence of company.”

“Hmm? Oh, right!” Mitsuri blushed hotly, turning to give (Y/n) an awkward apology.

“I could wait outside?” (Y/n) said it more as a question, but she was already heading out the door. As sweet as she found their relationship, it was a bit much for her heart to take.

“Wait outside of your own room? Not necessary. Come here, (Y/n).” Shinobu waved her over and patted her on the cheek when she was within range. “Be good while I’m gone. I shouldn’t take more than a few days.”

(Y/n) leaned into Shinobu’s touch, her brow wrinkled with concern despite Shinobu’s reassurances. “Is there anything you want me to work on while you are gone?” Some busy work would certainly help keep her mind from buzzing.

“That will be up to Mitsuri I suppose,” Shinobu grinned mischievously at (Y/n)’s confusion. “I suppose we forgot to mention it. We determined awhile ago that when I receive missions, that should Mitsuri be available, you would stay with her.”

“Is that alright, (Y/n)? You will love my estate. You will have a great time, I promise!” Mitsuri interjected.

“Okay, if it won’t be any trouble.”

“No trouble at all!” Mitsuri insisted.

“Now that everything is all sorted out…” Shinobu tilted her head, facing away from (Y/n), she tapped her cheek expectantly.

(Y/n) hadn’t the foggiest idea what the gesture was for, but Shinobu was definitely waiting for something. After a few seconds of silence she finally asked,

“What is it, Shinobu-san?”

“I’m waiting for you to give me a good luck kiss, (Y/n).” Shinobu explained. “It will be the last thing I ask of you until I return.”

(Y/n) felt her blood pressure skyrocket at those words Shinobu spoke with such ease, and the heat only got worse as Shinobu closed her eyes, slowly tapped her cheek again, waiting. (Y/n) pursed her lips. Well, if it was what Shinobu wanted…

Shinobu chuckled, having had her fun she opened her eyes. “I’m merely teasi…” her words slowly died on her tongue as the soft pressure of (Y/n)’s lips fell upon her cheek.

“Good luck, Shinobu-san,” (Y/n) whispered near her ear, making Shinobu shiver, “come back safe.”

“Thank you,” Shinobu cleared her throat, a fine blush dusting her cheeks, “I will.”

Mitsuri was so giddy she almost jumped right out of her socks as she bounced in place. She loved it when Shinobu blushed. It wasn’t always easy to make her do so. She wondered just how much longer Shinobu would hold out before asking (Y/n) on a date. She wondered how long it would take her to do the same. She wasn’t usually as bold as Shinobu, but she would like (Y/n) to kiss her cheek too!

“I’ll be off then. Be good while I’m gone.” Shinobu gave them both a final hug before vanishing quickly, leaving behind only a cool breeze. Her crow took off out the window to find its slayer, so only (Y/n) and Mitsuri remained.

“Let me help you pack an overnight bag!” Mitsuri clapped, switching gears.

(Y/n) nodded, a small smile tugged her lips upward. They packed a bag and Mitsuri bundled (Y/n) up to the point that she could hardly walk.

“We don’t need you getting frostbite again nor do we want to agitate your already damaged skin. Not on my watch!” Mitsuri argued while she wrapped a huge scarf around (Y/n)’s face until only her eyes were visible.

Then they said their goodbyes to the other residents. Well, Mitsuri did. (Y/n) struggled just to wave with the several layers Mitsuri had wrapped her in.

***

“Here we are, home sweet home!” Mitsuri sang, twirling around with her arms outstretched. “What do you think?”

“It’s beautiful!” (Y/n) exclaimed after pulling at the layer of scarf covering her mouth.

It really was spectacular. There were several bare trees, their spindly branches reached high into the hazy blue sky and several wooden hutches amongst thorny bushes that (Y/n) eyed curiously. There were also signs of a sizable garden, shriveled and browned in the snow.

“I can’t wait for you to see how it all looks in spring and summer! That’s when everything really comes to life!” Mitsuri grinned, tugging (Y/n) into her side as she guided her closer to one of the wooden hutches. “It feels like forever since I’ve seen my little babies.” She sighed wistfully, placing a gentle hand against the wood. “Do you know anything about bee keeping, (Y/n)?”

“Not really. You keep bees in there?” She asked, tentatively poking the wood near Mitsuri’s hand.

“Yes! I just love honey and bees are so cute the way they buzz and rub themselves on blossoming flowers. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah. Are they okay in there? It’s not too cold?”

“The wood in insulated and they stay cuddled up all winter long.” Mitsuri informed, snuggling (Y/n) for further emphasis. “Shinobu helps me make sure they’re healthy. She knows a lot about insects. Maybe you’d like to help me harvest some honey when the weather warms up?”

“They won’t sting me?” (Y/n) asked, a little hesitant.

“Not at all as long as you’re polite. I’ll show you how it’s done so you don’t have to worry.”

“Okay, I trust you. It does sound kind of exciting.”

“I can’t wait!” Mitsuri wiggled. “Come on, let’s get inside and have something to warm us up.” She said, already pulling her guest towards the house.

The Love Estate was not as large as the Butterfly Estate, but it was still nothing to sneeze at. There was a coziness here that just felt much more warm and homey, more lived in. Although (Y/n) didn’t know a more lived in building than the Butterfly Estate. Maybe it was because it was a little more messy here than it was there with all the Kakushi running around, cleaning.

Mitsuri helped (Y/n) unwrap from her cocoon of fabrics and led her to the biggest kitchen she had ever seen. It was filled with various gadgets and cupboards and a large shelf fit to burst with tightly packed cookbooks.

“How does tea and cake sound?” Mitsuri asked, exchanging her haori for an apron.

“Wonderful, can I help?”

“Of course! Here,” Mitsuri took another apron and handed it to her, “Oh! We could even make waffles! If you loved pancakes, you’ll enjoy waffles for sure!”

“Sounds good.”

“And we could make something more salty and savory too for some balance!” Mitsuri added, riffling through her cabinets and carrying a small mountain of ingredients in her arms.

“Okay.” (Y/n) was starting to wonder just how long this was all going to take. However, Mitsuri looked very cute and happy, and to keep her glowing like that, (Y/n) was wiling to make a twelve course meal if that was what Mitsuri wanted.

And that was basically what happened.

The kitchen was a mess by the time they were done, and (Y/n) was hardly hungry because Mitsuri kept feeding her little servings of everything throughout the session. (Y/n) was admittedly exhausted, but Mitsuri made it fun and the time flew by.

“You have a little frosting on your cheek.” Mitsuri informed, giggling.

“Really?” (Y/n) swiped at her cheek, the wrong cheek, then looked at her smearless hand before trying again.

Mitsuri smiled radiantly, watching the adorable display and as (Y/n) tried swiping her cheek a third time, Mitsuri had the beginnings of an idea start to form and acted on it impulsively. As (Y/n) went for the same cheek a fifth time, Mitsuri cupped it first, leaving (Y/n)’s hand to land over hers. Then amidst (Y/n)’s confusion, Mitsuri leaned in and gave her free cheek what could really only be described as an open mouth kiss, quickly lapping up the sweet frosting before pulling away, savoring the taste without a care in the world.

Mitsuri was right. She wasn’t intentionally bold like Shinobu, intentionally being the key word. Surely if she had thought about it even a few seconds more, she wouldn’t have gone that far.

“There, I got it. So sweet!”

“Uh huh.” (Y/n) squeaked. She would be feeling that wet pressure on her cheek long after she dried it off. “…Thanks.”

“No problem! Now all we have to do is dig in!”

(Y/n) wanted to ask about the state of the kitchen. They really should start cleaning first before the grime became more stobborn, but before she could inquire, a troop of people came flooding in at the clap of Mitsuri’s hands and they began cleaning the kitchen.

“Thank you for your hard work everyone! Help yourselves to whatever you’d like as well!” Mitsuri said invitingly, receiving a chorus of jovial affirmations of gratitude. (Y/n) had never seen a group of people more happy to do dishes.

“Winter is a beautiful yet harsh season.” Mitsuri informed between bites of waffle. (Y/n) found the free for all in the kitchen style a little unorthodox, but she rolled with it. It was actually kind of fun.

“With the vegetable garden dormant, berry season long gone, no fruit to pick from the trees and the cold too harsh for the bees, I spend way more money on food than in any other season. It also leaves less for my staff to tend to so they get a little stir crazy.”

(Y/n) hummed in understanding, chewing on some odd western cuisine Mitsuri had told her to try. She was starting to get cabin fever as well. She wanted nothing more than for the snow to melt and to see the sun shine brightly against a clear blue sky. Though this winter had been especially cruel, she was also thankful for it because it had lead her to meet Mitsuri and Shinobu who had changed her life for the better.

“What’s on your mind?” Mitsuri asked. She had been not so subtly watching (Y/n) as she grazed. She just found her captivating from the first moment she laid eyes on her on that almost completely devastating night. She could still remember just how cold she felt against her skin. Sometimes, she even had nightmares about not killing the demon in time or Shinobu coming out from (Y/n)’s room to deliver terrible news.

Mitsuri reached for (Y/n)’s free hand over the counter and interlaced their fingers, gently stroking her knuckles above the still noticeable frostbite scarring, the warmth of (Y/n)’s skin against hers helped remind her that she was okay.

(Y/n) shrugged, butterflies taking flight against her ribs because of Mitsuri’s proximity and the pure look of adoration on her face. What had she done to deserve such a tender look like that!

“Come on, you can tell me. Oh! There is kinda a lot going on right now, when we’re done eating I’ll take you somewhere quiet, okay? I have just the place in mind!” Mitsuri assured.

When they were full, they ducked out of the rowdy kitchen and Mitsuri pulled (Y/n) through the halls, before stopping short at a door and making (Y/n) bump into her.

“This is my bedroom! Well, my first bedroom. There is someone inside I just can’t wait for you to meet!”

(Y/n) watched Mitsuri slide open the door and followed her inside. She half expected to find a third partner that no one had told her about, but was instead met with a very large cage and a mountain of toys that took up nearly half of the room. She watched Mitsuri coo and baby talk as she opened the cage and when she turned around, in her arms was the biggest fucking rabbit (Y/n) had ever seen in her life. It had to be almost a third as long as Mitsuri was tall.

“(Y/n), meet Chibi, Chibi meet (Y/n).” She said before plopping the slab of flabby fur on the ground.

Chibi? (Y/n) thought if there was one thing this rabbit wasn’t, it was Chibi.

“He’s… huge.” (Y/n) stated, watching the rabbit’s nose twitch before he decided to lazily make his way towards her. In the interest of protecting her toes, but not wanting to appear frightened of the giant creature, she knelt to the ground.

“He’s a Flemish Giant. Isn’t he adorable? I got him when he was just a baby. They grow up so fast. You can pet him if you’d like. He’s really gentle. He might even sit in your lap.” Mitsuri said moving to sit beside her with a bag of treats in hand.

(Y/n) tentatively reached out her hand and brushed two fingers gently over Chibi’s ear. He was very soft. He hopped closer and splayed out before them, belly half exposed.

“Aww, such a sweet baby!” Mitsuri cooed, grabbing a little handful of treats to put on the floor. Chibi immediately struggled to get back up so he could nibble the treats, quickly sucking them all up before half sitting in Mitsuri’s lap in hopes for more offerings.

“He is cute.” (Y/n) smiled, petting the length of Chibi’s back this time.

I’m glad you think so!” Mitsuri beamed, stroking the length of Chibi’s ears. “Shinobu doesn’t like him very much… too furry, she’s allergic to pet dander so he makes her get all puffy.” Mitsuri then whispered, “Don’t tell her I told you this, but I also think she’s a little afraid of him.”

(Y/n) couldn’t say she blamed her if it was true. Chibi was easily half of Shinobu’s height.

“And then there’s Obanai and Kaburamaru. Obanai says that Kaburamaru is too small to try to eat Chibi, but I swear I saw this look in his cute, red little eyes that he would try if he had the chance. So between Obanai and Shinobu, I had to make myself another bedroom across the hall for when either of them sleep over.”

“Sounds like you have your hands full.” (Y/n) chuckled, scratching Chibi’s belly.

“Oh, it’s no trouble! In fact, I wouldn’t mind if they were a little fuller, I mean— yeah! No trouble at all!” Mitsuri fumbled a bit, distracting herself by grabbing a rabbit toy from the pile to fiddle around with.

They played with Chibi and (Y/n) helped Mitsuri clean his cage and fill it with fresh hay and water despite her light protests. When they were done, Mitsuri kissed Chibi and put him back in the enclosure. She then guided (Y/n) to the bath house so they could get cleaned up and dressed for bed. What (Y/n) did not expect was for Mitsuri to take her back to her room and pull out another futon to lay beside hers. They laid in the darkness and (Y/n) listened to Mitsuri’s stories and the occasional rattles and rustles from Chibi’s cage until she fell asleep. When she awoke in the morning, it was to Mitsuri snoring directly into her ear. Apparently sometime in the night, Mitsuri had rolled into her futon and snuggled up against her back.

The next few days went much the same way in terms of activity. Obanai came over for a bit one day to hang out and they played with hanafuda cards and went through a few variations of riichi mahjong while Kaburamaru made his rounds amongst the three of them looking for attention.

On another day, Mitsuri taught (Y/n) a bit about dancing and happily waltzed her around the estate for a good portion of the afternoon. (Y/n) had a lot of fun with Mitsuri, but as a couple of days became a week, she was starting to become more worried about Shinobu. Mitsuri seemed to pick up on this as they went to bed that night and consciously invited herself into (Y/n)’s futon to hold her to her chest and stroke her hair.

“Don’t worry, Shinobu is strong. She’ll be back any day now. Sometimes missions last longer than projected, but it doesn’t necessarily mean that anything is wrong.”

(Y/n) nodded against Mitsuri’s chest. Her assurances helped, but she really wanted to see Shinobu herself. She missed her a lot. She could tell Mitsuri did too. Even Obanai seemed a bit down when he had visited. Kaburamaru especially seemed to have been searching around for her.

Mitsuri’s passes through her hair slowed before stopping completely and the rumbling snores began. (Y/n) sighed. As much as she loved Mitsuri, it was hard to go to sleep if she did so first. Her snoring wasn’t terrible, but it did make going to sleep difficult. After awhile, it became white noise and she faded into unconsciousness.

When (Y/n) awoke the next morning, it was before Mitsuri. She carefully disengaged and pulled the covers up over her shoulders before getting dressed for the day, giving Chibi a little pat on the head and then heading out to the kitchen to get a start on breakfast. As she beat an insane amount of eggs for omurice, she felt as if another presence had joined her in the room. She turned her head towards the door and saw nothing.

“Looking for someone?”

(Y/n) jumped and turned to look the other way, finding Shinobu standing there. She looked a little tired and disheveled, but the smile she wore was genuine. (Y/n) was quick to leap at her. She nuzzled her face into Shinobu’s neck and held her tighter when Shinobu’s arms circled her waist.

“Oh my, I do believe you trying to crush me.”

“I missed you.” (Y/n) said candidly, but she did ease up.

“I missed you too. I trust Mitsuri kept you busy while I was away.”

“Mhm. We made a lot of food and played games with Iguro-san one day. She taught me about waltzing and bees communicating through dance. We spent a lot of time with Chibi too.”

“Ah, yes… Chibi.” Shinobu chuckled, though it sounded a little forced. “I’m glad you two had a good time. Mitsuri is still sleeping I take it?”

“Mhm. I’m making breakfast.”

“Here, let me help.”

“I appreciate the offer Shinobu-san, but you should rest.”

“Do I really look so frail?” Shinobu crossed her arms, a bit of a dangerous spark in her eyes.

“N- no! Not at all!” (Y/n) waved her hands around erratically until Shinobu laughed.

“Now, what are we making?”

***

Mitsuri awoke searching for a warmth that she could not find and popped out of her covers with a loud yawn and her hair hopelessly tangled. She scented the air and rocketed out of bed.

“Something smells delicious!”

She got dressed as quickly as she could. Then she painstakingly brushed her hair and braided it with practiced ease. The lovely aroma wafting down the hall called her name, but she wasn’t done yet. She let Chibi out to wander, refreshed his water and hay, then cleaned out his litter box. When everything was in place, she picked the giant rabbit up, snuggled and kissed him, then put him back inside the enclosure.

“Look at you, shedding already? Does that mean spring is on the way?” She cooed as she washed her hands. “I can’t wait!”

Mitsuri skipped down the hall, excited to see (Y/n) and what she had decided to make. She was glad that the other girl felt comfortable enough to make herself at home. She turned in to the kitchen ready to greet (Y/n), but instead of saying, ‘good morning!’ like she planned, the words became an excited squeal of nonsense when she saw Shinobu helping (Y/n) make breakfast.

“Good morning to you too.” Shinobu laughed, trying to push Mitsuri off of her as she pounced on her like an excited puppy. “Careful, you’ll make me burn the food.”

Over breakfast, Mitsuri got Shinobu to talk about her mission a bit and made sure she was okay. Then she went into detail about what she and (Y/n) had done all week, but as she talked, Shinobu seemed to grow more and more distracted.

“(Y/n) said she might be interested in helping with the bees in the spring. Won’t that be a fun group activity for us all to do?” Mitsuri said excitedly. Just the thought of working together with three of the people she loved most made her feel giddy.

“Hm.” Shinobu hummed distractedly, absently rubbing at the corner of her right eye.

“Are you tired, Shinobu-san?” (Y/n) asked.

Shinobu opened her mouth to reply, but quickly turned away to sneeze loudly into the crook of her arm. She sniffled loudly, the sound almost like a bubbling cauldron. Then she sneezed again.

“Oh no!” Mitsuri gasped, slapping her hands over her mouth. After a few seconds of finalizing the data in her mind, she moved her hands away from her mouth to say, “I have Chibi’s fur all over me! Shinobu, I’m so sorry! I- I didn’t think anything of it and then I saw you and I— I’m so sorry!” She covered her mouth again.

“Mmph ‘ine,” Shinobu waved with her free hand, her other arm still glued to her face, “accidns happn.”

(Y/n) gave her a handkerchief which Shinobu snatched up graciously before turning away to wipe at her nose and sleeve.

“(Y/n), we have to take Shinobu home so she can get her medicine. I’ll be right back, just need to change quick!” Mitsuri said before darting away.

(Y/n) nodded in understanding and nearly jumped out of her skin when Shinobu blew in to the handkerchief and made a sound like a trumpet. (Y/n) patted Shinobu on the back and the Hashira groaned.

When Mitsuri re-emerged, she gave Shinobu a cold compress for her irritated eyes and continued to apologize profusely to her as she bundled (Y/n) up for the cold like she had before she had taken her home. When they arrived, Shinobu made them take a back entrance and shut herself into her lab, motioning for the other two to wait in the hall.

(Y/n) hugged Mitsuri as they waited, trying to comfort her and assure her that Shinobu wasn’t angry with her. They waited for about an hour when Shinobu finally came out. She still looked a little red and puffy under the eyes, and she still sounded a bit congested, but overall she looked much better than before, albeit a little embarrassed.

She gazed at Mitsuri with sympathetic, warm eyes and reassured her that she was fine and she wasn’t upset over the accident. She wanted to teasingly ask Mitsuri if she was trying to kill her, but she could tell from the unshed tears bubbling in her eyes that it would be unwise to joke so soon, even if she was really alright.

After the allergy crisis had been dealt with and Mitsuri had been calmed down, they took some time to breathe and relax. Aoi caught wind of their arrival and greeted them with tea. Upon seeing Shinobu’s puffy eyes, she already had an idea of what had happened. As that same scenario had probably happened at least once every other month, but the look Shinobu gave her kept her quiet. Even if she did think both Mitsuri and Shinobu needed a little scolding. Seriously, why didn’t Shinobu keep medicine at Mitsuri’s house for just this scenario?

A while later, Obanai’s crow appeared with a message for Mitsuri, inviting her out to eat, even extending the invitation to (Y/n) and Shinobu if she had returned from her mission. Unfortunately, Shinobu was admittedly beat and wanted to rest. She also expressed that there was something she needed to talk to (Y/n) about if she didn’t mind staying behind, which she didn’t. Mitsuri hugged (Y/n) and thanked her for a wonderful week and then she gave Shinobu several kisses of apology before setting off to meet Obanai at the address the crow gave her.

“I’m exhausted,” Shinobu sighed once Mitsuri was well on her way, “I need a nap, but before I get to that, there is something I want to give you. Come with me.”

(Y/n) followed Shinobu to her room and watched her fish swim around while Shinobu searched through the drawers in her desk.

“Ah hah, so this is where Kanao put it.” Shinobu said, pulling out a thin, wrapped box. “This was set to arrive two days after I was called to my mission. I’ve been waiting for this for nearly a month.” She informed, presenting the box to (Y/n) with an almost nervous smile. “I hope you’ll like it.”

“You didn’t need to get me anything, Shinobu-san. Just being allowed to stay here is more than enough for me.” (Y/n) said, feeling the near weightlessness of the box Shinobu had put into her hands. What could it be?

“I hope you know that everyone believes you belong here. Do not be surprised that the Butterfly Estate is just as much your home as mine.” Shinobu said seriously, making a mental note to herself to periodically check in on (Y/n)’s sense of self worth. She didn’t need another Tomioka on her hands. “Go on,” she coaxed softly, “open it.”

(Y/n) tugged the string loose and unwrapped the wooden box. She put the wrappings aside and undid the little metal latch, opening the lid, she gasped softly as a beautiful butterfly hair ornament was revealed to her. The craftsmanship was exquisite, and the colors were her favorites. It was clear Shinobu took her time designing it before handing it over to an artisan to bring it to life. The significance of the gift was not lost on her. Shinobu really thought she belonged here. She didn’t know what to say.

“I wouldn’t mind a hug if my gift was so great that it left you speechless, Ms. So and So.” Shinobu teased.

(Y/n) quickly, yet carefully, set the box down on the desk and did just as Shinobu had suggested. Overcome with emotion, she sunk into Shinobu’s embrace and drew out the characters on Shinobu’s back serval times.

Arigatou Arigatou Arigatou

***

(Y/n) could feel that winter was finally coming to an end. They still had some chill left to endure, but the sun shined brighter and longer, leaving little patches of mud and grass for the returning birds to peck at. It made her feel excited.

She pushed a stray swatch of hair behind her ear and pulled her haori a little closer to her body. She and Kanao were peering outside of the open side doors from the warmth of a kotatsu. Kanao seemed to be looking forward to the snow melt as well and (Y/n) enjoyed her company. Few words were ever spoken. They would just point at certain aspects of the landscape and the other would nod sagely or smile acknowledgingly.

(Y/n) absently played with the edge of her hairpin as she watched the puffy white clouds roll along in the distance, thinking back to how Shinobu did her hair that morning. Well, more accurately Shinobu had offered to do her hair every morning she was available after gifting (Y/n) her hairpin. How ever she wanted to do it, (Y/n) left it to her discretion. Today was just different because Shinobu had leaned in from behind her and kissed the back of her exposed neck when she had finished. Shinobu then got up to go to her meeting and (Y/n) hadn’t stopped thinking about it since.

The movement of Kanao’s arm as she pointed to something broke her out of her reminiscing so she could focus on what, or rather who, it was. Shinobu, Mitsuri and Obanai were coming into view over the slushy path. She waved at them from the comfort of the kotatsu and braced herself for impact as Mitsuri caught sight of her and began sprinting down the path, slipping and sliding right out of her shoes, she jumped onto the engawa and tackled (Y/n).

“Why are you sitting here with the door open! Aren’t you cold? Are your fingers and toes okay? Here, let me see!”

“I’m fine, Mitsuri-san, really.” (Y/n) giggled as Mitsuri pulled her further under the kotatsu.

Mitsuri didn’t listen however, and fanned her breath over (Y/n)’s hands, carefully rubbing them. “You are a little chilly, my poor girl. We should go have hotpot! That will warm you right up. Hey, did you do something different with your hair? Turn, turn let me see!”

(Y/n) bashfully turned her head and Mitsuri wiggled and cheered. Mitsuri knew that Shinobu was planning on asking (Y/n) out soon but she hadn’t expected her to act before the snow had completely melted.

“Shinobu gave you a butterfly! That’s so sweet! She gave me some cute little ones for my braids when we started dating too. I usually don’t wear them though because I’m afraid I’ll break them. I keep them in a special box on my dresser.”

“Mitsuri, you’re lucky you didn’t smash your head on the engawa. Please don’t run on the melting ice.” Shinobu admonished lightly when she and Obanai arrived and calmly removed their shoes.

“Sorry, I’ll be more careful next time!” Mitsuri promised, before bringing her attention back to (Y/n). “Anyway, what’s the plan for your first date? Shinobu said she wouldn’t tell me before asking you.”

(Y/n) blinked owlishly.

Kanao, took a sip of her tea.

Shinobu stiffened and her cheeks gained a pinkish hue unrelated to the chilled air.

Obanai took one look at Shinobu silently freaking out beside him and put his head in his hands. Kaburamaru also seemed to be hanging his head.

“What? Why are you all looking like that?” Mitsuri whined, looking over everyone for an answer.

“Mitsuri,” Shinobu sighed, “I haven’t asked her yet.”

“Huh? Waahhhh?!” Mitsuri panicked looking between a shellshocked (Y/n) and an unusually pink Shinobu. Mitsuri found her own skin heating up to match Shinobu’s. “I thought— but you— the butterfly!”

“It’s the Butterfly Estate, Mitsuri. All the residents have them.” Obanai reminded. “Tsuyuri wears a butterfly pin, Kanzaki does, the little ones do…”

“AHH! You’re right!” Mitsuri fell over and covered her face in her hands. “Sorry Shinobu I really messed up, didn’t I?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Shinobu sounded a little far away. She was the kind of person that liked to have control of her surroundings, liked to steer things in the direction that would lead to the most favorable outcome. She had planned extensively how to best confess to (Y/n) without her feeling pressured and Mitsuri had unwittingly made all of that planning come crumbling down in one fell swoop. Well, can’t go back now.

“I think that (Y/n) and I have something important to discuss. Could you all give us some privacy, please.”

(Y/n) watched everyone file out into the main hall, silently willing them to stay. She didn’t know what to make of any of this. She knew Shinobu liked her well enough, that she was flirty with her, but she never thought she would actually want to date her. Or maybe Mitsuri had read it wrong and now they were going to have an awkward conversation about Shinobu not really feeling that way and (Y/n) was just going to have to smile and nod and pretend like her heart wasn’t squeezing painfully in her chest.

When they were alone, Shinobu released a deep breath and gestured to the spot Mitsuri had occupied moments before.

“May I sit with you?”

“Mhm.” (Y/n) nodded shakily and scooted over, giving Shinobu plenty of space.

Shinobu knelt beside (Y/n) and gave her a small, almost shy smile.

“Sorry about that. Sometimes Mitsuri goes a little overboard with her assumptions. She’s excitable.” She said, fiddling with the edge of the kotatsu blanket.

“Mm.” (Y/n) could feel her own polite smile twitch. It was coming. Just rip the bandaid off.

“I was hoping to ask you once all the snow had melted and the flowers had started to bloom. I had thought it would be more poetic, symbolic of how my feelings for you had blossomed.”

Huh?

Shinobu’s hand brushed (Y/n)’s beneath the kotatsu and her skin sparked like electricity.

“I’m a little out of my depth here. Mitsuri was the one who had confessed to me first, as accidental as it was. I must admit it is a little nerve-wracking when you are unsure of the other person’s feelings… (Y/n)?”

“Hm?” She squeaked.

“Before I ask you this, I want to be clear. Be true to your own feelings, nothing has to change if you do not want it to. Can you do that for me?”

(Y/n) nodded, brushing her hand back over Shinobu’s, giving the Hashira a little boost of confidence to fully take (Y/n)’s hand in hers and pull it into her lap.

“(Y/n), you have brought warmth and color to this winter that has brightened our lives. Getting to know you and working with you, I’ve come to discover that you make my heart flutter now with even the simplest touches and expressions. What do you say, Ms. So and So, can you accept my feelings? Would you go on a date with me?”

(Y/n) opened her mouth to speak, thoughts and feelings sticking in her throat.

“It’s alright, take your time. You don’t even have to answer me today if it’s too much.”

“N- no, I can…” she took a deep breath and exhaled, “Is Mitsuri-san, she’s alright with…?”

“We have discussed it, yes.” Shinobu assured. If only you knew just how much. “As you may have noticed, she’s actually very excited about the idea.”

“Then I, I would really like to if it’s really okay.”

Shinobu grinned, and it felt so different than her day to day smile that it gave (Y/n) heart palpitations. Shinobu freed their joined hands from beneath the kotatsu and brought (Y/n)’s knuckles to her lips to press a barely there kiss upon them and her smile took on a more teasing shape.

“Thank you, I’m sorry it wasn’t exactly a noteworthy confession. I promise I’m usually more tactful.”

“It was perfect!” (Y/n) yelled before cringing at her own volume. “I mean, I guess I’m a bit biased, but the fact that it came from you is what makes it special and I’m sure the view in spring is breathtaking, but it is a beautiful day today as well.”

“You are very sweet. So, how would you feel about—“

“Mitsuri!”

Shinobu and (Y/n) turned to the door facing into the mansion. They had never heard Obanai call for Mitsuri so sternly.

“I need to know what’s going on! It’s been ages!” Mitsuri yelled back, her footsteps thumping ever closer against the hard wood floor. The door rattled and she burst through, “Is everything going alright in here? Do you need a mediator? Snacks? (Y/n), if you want I have several entries in my diary I could read to you about what makes Shinobu such an amazing girlfriend! I’ll even show you the spicy pages if I have too!”

“That won’t be necess—”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, Mitsuri!” Shinobu clapped.

“Just let me run to my house real quick—“

“Mitsuri, she’s playing with you.” Obanai said, stopping her before she could rocket out in to the snow. “Look at them, they’re holding hands.”

Mitsuri gasped like she had just found a litter of kittens and wormed her way between the budding couple to hug and congratulate them both.

“This is cause for celebration!” She cheered.

Mitsuri then began to pull Shinobu, (Y/n) and Obanai out of the room, only stopping long enough to close the door leading out onto the engawa like Shinobu asked before continuing on to show the others what her idea of a celebration would entail. Mitsuri spread the news faster than a fire through a field of dry tall grass, telling every Kakushi and Butterfly Resident they passed. Shinobu shot (Y/n) an apologetic smile in response to the chaos and (Y/n) gave her a reassuring grin in turn. It was a tad overwhelming, but she was still walking on air knowing that Shinobu felt the same as her.

***

“There you go my lovely, all done.”

(Y/n) giggled as Shinobu worked kisses around the back of her neck, to her jaw, and finally her lips after doing (Y/n)’s hair for the day. Winter was behind them, spring had come and gone and it was a beautiful morning in early summer. Today they had plans to go to Mitsuri’s home to assist with the bees and help with an invasive bug that was nibbling on the produce in the garden.

“Shinobu, if you keep this up we will be late.” (Y/n) said, gently pushing her away.

“A few minutes won’t hurt anyone.” She answered, pulling (Y/n)’s hands from her shoulders to wrap them around her waist.

“From the sound of it, it would hurt Mitsuri’s garden with the speed those beetles are eating holes through her crops.”

Shinobu sighed and nodded, but perked up considerably when (Y/n) kissed her. She eagerly reciprocated and when (Y/n) pulled away to breathe, her tongue darted out between her lips and then her lips tugged up in a satisfied smile.

“So much for being concerned over making good time.”

“No more teasing, let’s go. Your other girlfriend needs our help.”

(Y/n) clung onto Shinobu’s arm as they made their way down the path. The early morning sun shined softly through the trees and birds chittered around them. When they reached the Love Estate, they could see Obanai rubbing Mitsuri’s back comfortingly as she cradled a head of cabbage. Kaburamaru’s tongue flicked against her cheek and she smiled at the snake and stroked his chin.

Obanai seemed to sense (Y/n) and Shinobu’s approach and looked up, raising a hand in acknowledgment. Mitsuri then looked away from her hole ridden cabbage and and ran up to Shinobu with teary eyes.

“Shinobu! Look, tell the mean bugs to stop!” Mitsuri whined, pushing the cabbage into Shinobu’s chest to take before seeking comfort from (Y/n).

“Mm, I see,” Shinobu said, pulling a couple leaves back to expose a shiny beetle munching away, “these are a nasty sort. I’ve dealt with them before, I brought a repellent that will keep them away. I’m sure you already do this anyway, but just make sure you wash the crops before consumption.”

“Thank you, Shinobu-chan. You’re a life saver.”

“You are very welcome. Now can I have a proper greeting or does only (Y/n) get one?” Shinobu teased before quickly finding herself swept off of her feet.

Obanai made his approach and gestured towards the garden. He told Shinobu he’d help her weed out the beetles and spray the crops while Mitsuri and (Y/n) took care of the bees. If Shinobu was surprised by the suggestion, she didn’t show it and patted Mitsuri’s arm to signal her to put her down. She gave Mitsuri an interested look over her shoulder before continuing to the garden with Obanai.

Shinobu and Obanai both knew that Mitsuri had been trying to confess her own feelings through the whole of spring and had little success. If (Y/n) didn’t figure it out soon, Shinobu was going to have to spell it out for her. As funny as she thought (Y/n)’s ignorance to Mitsuri’s advances were, she could tell that Mitsuri was getting a bit disheartened.

“Do you think she’ll just come out and say it this time?” Obanai asked her as he tossed another beetle in a glass jar Shinobu had given him.

“I doubt it.” Shinobu answered as she sprayed the remaining healthy crops. “If progress isn’t made today, I’ll talk to (Y/n) and give her a push in the right direction.”

“It’s going to need to be a big push.” Obanai scoffed. He had seen Mitsuri pepper kisses all across her nose and cheeks and even that didn’t seem to register as anything to think twice about.

“It’s not exactly easy to realize when Mitsuri is such a physically affectionate person.” Shinobu defended. She could see it from (Y/n)’s perspective too. Mitsuri had always been sweet on her. It would be hard to tell that Mitsuri’s touchiness was not wholly platonic. She hoped that they would have a breakthrough soon.

***

“Thank you for coming out to help today.” Mitsuri told (Y/n) as they walked to the farthest end of the estate to start working their way in, their connected hands swung between them. Because that was just something some friends did right? They both showed affection through physical touch, this was normal of them.

“You’re welcome! It’s no trouble, I love getting to spend time with you.” (Y/n) replied, smiling bright.

“I love spending time with you too!” Mitsuri yelled excitedly. She could feel herself start to sweat. Her hand wasn’t getting sweaty, right? She sure hoped it wasn’t! She spotted one of the flower beds nearby and got a quick idea. “Oh! Wait a second!” She said, letting go of (Y/n)’s hand to go to one of the shrubs, discreetly drying her hands on her skirt along the way. She expertly snipped a flower, a pink camellia, and shyly presented it to (Y/n).

“For you.”

“Thank you, Mitsuri-san. I love it.” (Y/n) said, holding the blossom close to her heart.

“Do you know anything about flower language?” Mitsuri asked, trying to get a read on her.

“Not really. Shinobu told me a couple of things, but there is still plenty I don’t know. Does this one mean something?”

“Oh, look! The first hive, let’s take a peek!” Mitsuri quickly changed the subject and carefully opened the box to find a healthy swarm buzzing about.

“Does this ever stop feeling so exhilarating?” (Y/n) wondered aloud, cautiously peeking over Mitsuri’s shoulder.

“It is kind of a rush, isn’t it?” Mitsuri blushed when she turned to face (Y/n) to find her not only very close, but with the camellia blossom tucked behind her ear. She was too cute! Mitsuri could not deny just how in love she was. If only she just knew how to say it! She didn’t want to just blurt it out like she had with Shinobu, or leave (Y/n) questioning what she had meant like with Obanai. People always said the third time was the charm, but she felt like she hadn’t learned a thing!

As they checked the hives, (Y/n) knew something was off with Mitsuri. In fact, she could trace the difference as far back as mid-spring if pressed to do so. She wasn’t exactly sure what was going on with her friend, but she was hoping for a moment alone together like this to try to figure it out.

However, Mitsuri denied her at every turn. (Y/n) knew that Mitsuri could get distracted at times but even this was a little much for her. She managed to visit every hive without so much as a vague answer to single one of her inquiries. Shinobu noticed the crease in her brow as soon as they returned and hung back while Mitsuri and Obanai went inside to make some refreshing drinks before they went fruit picking.

“What’s on your mind, darling?” She asked, motioning for (Y/n) to sit beside her on the engawa. “You look pretty as a picture with that flower in your hair.” She added, stroking (Y/n)’s cheek with the back of her hand.

“Thanks,” she smiled bashfully, grazing a petal with her finger, “Mitsuri gave it to me. What does it mean?”

“What do you think it means?” Shinobu answered with a question of her own, tapping a finger against (Y/n)’s forehead.

“I think that maybe… I don’t know, I think I’m just being silly.”

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that. I’m quite good at it.” Shinobu teased.

“Does… does Mitsuri-san like me? In a romantic sense.”

“Yes.” Shinobu confirmed. “She has been trying to find a way to tell you for months.”

“Really? I- I should say something! Gods, I, she’s been trying to tell me all this time and I’ve been confusing all of her advances for her just being her usual friendly self!”

“Don’t beat yourself up. You know for certain now. You can talk about it in the orchard when we go fruit picking. Iguro-san and I will give you two a little space.”

“Iguro-san knows? What am I saying, of course he does, and you too.”

“Of course. Do me a favor darling and confess first. Iguro-san and I have a wager going.”

Shinobu laughed when (Y/n) pushed her away with a disbelieving huff. When Obanai and Mitsuri came back with the drinks, they all sat and made small talk. Mitsuri and (Y/n) kept sneaking glances at the other and quickly pretended to be busy with their drinks when their eyes would inevitably lock.

As Shinobu had promised, she made something up about wanting to make sure the insect repellent was working and brought Obanai with her to have Kaburamaru scan between the rows.

(Y/n) and Mitsuri continued on through the orchard until they made it to the peach trees. Mitsuri broke off to retrieve a ladder and left (Y/n) to hold the basket while she got on the ladder and picked the heavy, low hanging fruit. As she picked, (Y/n) tried to talk to her.

“Mitsuri-san?”

“Yeah?”

“I want to tell you something important, can you come down please?“

“Um! Just a few more peaches, okay?” Mitsuri promised.

“Alright, but don’t you think you should move the ladder? You’re leaning out kind of far…”

“Don’t worry, I got it!” Mitsuri exclaimed. She could see a perfect peach just a bit further to her left. She would certainly lose track of it if she took the time to readjust the ladder and she could not afford to do that. She wanted to give it to (Y/n). A perfect peach for a perfect girl. Almost there—!

“Ah ha! Oops!” Mitsuri grabbed the peach, however, the ladder shifted and her foot slipped. She held the peach above her head. She knew how to take a fall, but she’d be damned if she let this peach be ruined before she gave it to (Y/n)!

“I’ve got you Mitsuri!”

Instead of landing on grass and maybe a root or two like she had expected, she fell onto (Y/n) who in turn fell onto her back. (Y/n) batted one of Mitsuri’s braids out of her mouth and gasped for air.

“Are you alright?” She asked.

“Am I alright?!” Mitsuri blinked turning over so she was straddling (Y/n), one hand holding the peach, the other searching the girl below her for and obvious injuries, “I should be asking you that! Why did you do that?”

“I wouldn’t be able to stand seeing you get hurt.” (Y/n) said candidly. “I, I love you, you know.”

Mitsuri stalled for a minute and then her skin began to glow pink.

“And I don’t mean as only a friend, I really, really lo—!”

Suddenly, (Y/n) found herself with a mouthful of peach. She instinctively bit down, raising her arm up to take the rest away from her mouth. Wow, it was probably the best peach she had ever had.

“Wahh! Sorry, I don’t know why I did that! I just wasn’t expecting you to, for you to—!”

“Want a taste?” (Y/n) swallowed, holding the peach up to Mitsuri, “It’s really good.”

“Y-yes!”

Mitsuri’s heart was pounding. She pushed one of her braids away from her face and leaned down, past the peach straight to (Y/n)’s lips. It was not what (Y/n) had expected but she certainly wasn’t complaining, moving her lips in tandem with Mitsuri’s. It almost felt like she was trying to devour her.

“My, a confession and a kiss, pay up Iguro-san!”

While Obanai grumbled and counted out a handful of yen into Shinobu’s waiting hand, (Y/n) and Mitsuri fell over each other to get back on their feet, smoothing out each other’s clothes.

“Oh, aren’t you two just the cutest?” Shinobu cooed, “How did I get so lucky?”

“Shinobu!” (Y/n) pouted, watching as Shinobu took hold of her wrist and stole a bite of the half a peach still in her hand.

“Don’t think this means I’m going to let you take all of Mitsuri’s time for yourselves.” Obanai warned, almost making Mitsuri swoon on the spot.

“Don’t worry, Iguro-san. We would never!” (Y/n) promised.

“Speak for yourself, my dear.” Shinobu smirked, taking another bite of the peach while Obanai narrowed his eyes at her.

“I’m the one who feels lucky.” Mitsuri sniffled, ignoring the trouble Shinobu was trying to cause, “I, I have three loving partners! I never imagined that I could be loved like this just by being myself. It’s like a dream!”

“It’s no dream, Mitsuri-san.” (Y/n) smiled, “Although I share the same sentiment. Ever since you saved me, I feel like I’ve been living a in a fairytale.”

“Aww! Come on everyone, bring it in!” Mitsuri cried, throwing her arms around everyone in a warm embrace.