Thick plumes of steam drifted lazily from the hot springs into the cool evening air, keeping Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke blissfully distracted. Nearby, the girls enjoyed a peaceful night together, laughing and chatting while weaving intricate braids into each other's hair. When the conversation finally lulled into a quiet lull, Nezuko suddenly perked up with a mischievous spark in her pink eyes, gesturing toward the changing rooms to pitch a hilarious idea: sneaking inside to steal their crushes' clothing. Just as the three of you finished adjusting the stolen, oversized outfits, the heavy wooden doors of the bathhouse creaked open, and the unsuspecting boys stepped out into the crisp night air, freezing instantly in absolute, paralyzed shock.