Wrapped in soft onesies—sky blue for the stoic Shogun, pastel pink for the ever-mischievous shrine maiden—they were a vision of chaos and calm, tangled in the warm glow of an impromptu girls' night.
Miko flashed her usual fox-like grin, leaning in close, one hand raised in a mock paw pose. “Nyaa~ Scared yet, Ei?” she teased, laughter dancing in her eyes.
Ei, expression unreadable but eyes sharp with subtle defiance, raised a hand to mirror her—though the gesture lacked Miko’s exaggerated flair. “I fail to see how this is intimidating,” she murmured dryly… but didn’t pull away.
Matching bras peeked through unzipped pajamas, yet neither seemed to mind the casual intimacy. This wasn’t for anyone else. This was their moment—part playful rivalry, part quiet comfort, all theirs.
Tonight, the thunder slept, the kitsune played, and the rest of the world simply didn’t matter.