Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] It’s okay | {ObaMitsu}

Theme: Angst & Fluff (TW: Sexual Harrassment)

Mitsuri shook her head rather violently, not wanting it to be happening. She tried pulling away but he wouldn’t allow her. He tugged on her kimono, pulling at the top slightly. She wanted to push him away but she wasn’t in a state to do much. She could barely think straight, much less push him away. She tried desperately to get away, sagging in defeat when he pinned her to the ground, using his knee to rub slightly on her crotch. She whimpered, much more in distress than in pleasure, as he continued, pulling her kimono slowly off her body. He cupped her breasts in his hands, admiring them. She started crying, tears pouring down her cheeks. He shushed her, wiping her tears away with his finger and licking it, smirking slightly. He bent down a little, continuing on. Pretending like she never gave him any consent. Like she wasn’t crying and shaking on the ground beneath him. Like she hadn’t just been trying to get away, before her arms faltered and fell uselessly to the ground. He went on, touching her, playing with her body as if it was his. As if he owned it. This was wrong. So so wrong. She wanted to scream. Run away. Hide. She couldn’t do anything. She had to supress her strength or people would judge. She was more liked as a fragile girl. If she gave into this man’s selfish needs, people would view her as weak. A good weak. A submissive one. A woman who would fulfill her duties as a woman and as a wife. She could get married. Have a proper life. But at what cost? Was this the price to pay? No.. If it was.. she couldn’t do it. She wouldn’t allow it. He started letting his hands wander further, down her kimono, which was slipping off her slender body. She took a deep, shaky breath and let it out, letting her body relax slightly. Thinking she was finally cooperating and liking it, he smiled. But his joy lasted but a second before he was thrown off of her, flying across the room. She went to pull her kimono back up her body, but then he stalked forward, irritated. He had a small cut on his head, and looked caught off guard, but still very menacing. She trembled, backing away. He glared down at her, pulling her up to face him directly, face to face. He opened his mouth and said, “Women are supposed to be weak. If you refuse to be, I’ll beat the sense into you until you’ve memorized the fact into your body and mind.”

Mitsuri blinked, sitting up abruptly. She grabbed onto the closest thing near her and realized it was Obanai’s haori sleeve. She looked around and found herself in his room, laying on a soft pile of blankets. Her face was stained with tears and she found that Obanai’s was as well. “Iguro-San..?” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “What happened?” she mumbled.

Before he managed to answer, a sudden bomb of memories crashed into her mind and she clutched her head. “Oh..” she said quietly. She had passed out and.. and went through that memory again. But what had happened before? Ah yes.. “Nevermind.. I remember,” she said, flushing slightly. The two Hashira had been kissing—recently, they’d found that they had both actually had mutual feelings for each other and had gotten to the point of dating—when Obanai’s hand had led itself to Mitsuri’s neck. It was probably nothing significant, just a touch. But it triggered her. It made her remember the men from the past. The ones before she was strong. Truly strong. She looked away, feeling bad for randomly passing out on Obanai. “I’m.. sorry..”

Obanai took her hand into his. “It’s okay. You did nothing wrong. How are you feeling?” he asked gently, his tone making Mitsuri turn to him. His expression was sincere and he held a worried glance in it. “Are you alright?” he stressed, wiping away her tears with his thumb. She jerked away slightly, remembering how the man had done the same. But then she remembered that this was Obanai. He wouldn’t do anything like the man. And even if he did, certainly not on purpose. She looked down. “I’m.. fine.” She hesitated. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course. Anything.”

Obanai had his fists clenched tightly, gripping the blanket tightly. He looked furious as Mitsuri recounted the memory as it went. She didn’t go deep into detail, but it was enough to make Obanai’s blood boil. How he hated people like this. Insensitive and selfish. Never thought for anything but themselves. Those people hurt Mitsuri. The one he loved. He could and would never forgive that. Such actions was what made people bad. Was what made the world a horrible place. As Mitsuri finished, she was in tears once again. Obanai let himself calm down slightly, just to help her. It wouldn’t help if he was in a raging mood. He wrapped his arms tentatively around Mitsuri, making sure he had permission first, before he embraced her, whispering words of comfort in her ear. He rubbed her back softly, saying it would be alright. He held her close in his arm as she wept, taking deep care to make sure she was fine with it. 

Eventually her cries calmed to hiccups, and she was able to lay back down. She rubbed at her eyes and looked back to Obanai. “Thank you..” she said quietly, feeling embarrassed. “Sorry to burden you with this.”

Obanai’s gaze hardened. “You are not burdening me with anything. You would never be a burden to me, Mitsuri. That’s a promise I can keep. One I can’t keep is that I won’t track that man down and fucking rip his limbs to pieces,” he spat bitterly, feeling the anger rise in him again.

Mitsuri shook her head. “No.. It’s okay,” she said earnestly.

“No, it’s not. He hurt you. Nobody is allowed to hurt you.” Obanai looked defiant. He was going to find the man. He was going to find every man who dared touch Mitsuri without her consent. Dared to hurt her. Bring tears to her eyes. Then he noticed how sad she looked. He should stop talking about this. He leaned forward and hugged her tightly, feeling himself relax as her arms wrapped around his back. She smiled into the embrace slightly. “You always make me feel better.. Thank you..” she mumbled gratefully.

“Whenever I’m with you.. everything is okay,” Obanai responded. “Everything will be okay. It’s okay.”

{Word count 1096}

STOP IK I HAVEN’T FINISHED THE UPM VERSION OF THE PRIDE MONTH ONE SHOT THINGY BUT I SWEAR I’M ALMOST DONE 😭 I’VE BEEN SO LAZY WITH IT AND THEN I REALIZED IT WAS ALREADY ALMOST AUGUST SO YESTERDAY I WROTE A LOT MORE TO IT, AND I WAS GOING TO TODAY BUT HAD THE IDEA FOR THIS ONESHOT.. I’M SORRY.. 😭