Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] Last night together | {ObaMitsu}

Theme: Fluff nd light angst bc ily

cw: spoilers

Note: ..started this in june 😭 (its september)

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Last night spent dancing about in the bedroom, the sheets overturned as they laughed in the dim tranquility of the moonlight. Hands clasped hands and pulled the other closer, pressing lips to a cheek and a kiss to the neck in return. Smiles hidden by masks, white bandages pulled free, reassurances and cuddles, little snacks fed at midnight. Idle conversation under a bundle of blankets, limbs tangled in an embrace full of care. Kisses pressed together without a breath of space, hands interlocked and whispered reassurances.

And the memory of it lingering in their minds the next day, pretending nothing happened as shared smiles passed their way. Obanai’s focus dipped as he slashed down with his katana, the bamboo falling to the ground with a soft thump. He barely noticed it, except the green; green like Mitsuri’s hair, unraveled and soft as he ran his hands through it gently. He glanced up at a sound and realized Sanemi was behind him—when had he arrived?

Sanemi gave him a curious look, as if he could read his mind. “Distracted, are we?” he scoffed, nudging him as he passed towards the training site.

Obanai’s cheeks were surely painted pink and he shifted his hair over his face. “I’m not.”

“Took you a hot second to notice me. Not a good quality for a Hashira, dipshit,” Sanemi teased. He unsheathed his katana, slicing the rest of the bamboo neatly so the pieces took a moment before they slipped to the ground.

“Shut up,” Obanai mumbled. He sheathed his own katana, making sure the leather case was shut before he turned, away from Sanemi. He left the training site, deciding he had no use for it if Sanemi was taking over. He found himself at his house again and entered, letting Kaburamaru down to run free as he closed the door. The kitchen smelled of tea and mochi from the night before, when Mitsuri had insisted they should eat a little. Usually, the scent of food discomforted Obanai. But this time the smell felt like a wave of security for him, the smell of Mitsuri, of his beloved.

He hummed to himself gently as he put away the dishes from last night, taking out a pot to make some rice. She had advised him to eat more and, despite the multiple complaints issued from Shinobu and Sanemi over the same thing, Obanai found himself wanting to please Mitsuri more than anything. He’d tell her he ate later and she would smile, cheeks dusted a rosy pink as she praised him.

The feeling of water spilling over on his hands had him snapping back to present and he realized he’d overfilled the pot. He sighed, dumping out some of the water in some random plants before continuing to make the rice.

The rest of the day passed slowly in its gentle pace. He trained some of the slayers, marking them all as incompetent and wishing they were better so he wouldn’t have to deal with them anymore. Then Mitsuri came over around late afternoon and he abandoned the training for a bit to talk to her, spirits rapidly increasing at her lovely smile and the kiss she pressed on his cheek when he told her of his little meal earlier. 

Evening required heading off to patrol and he left his house, keeping a keen eye everywhere while he walked towards his assigned area. About an hour through, he began feeling uneasy. It was quiet, devoid of demons as it had been for the last month or so. But something akin to apprehension spurned his stomach and he felt Kaburamaru nudge him in assurance. As he started to pat the snake in a thank you, a crow above made him flinch. And then immediately panic as it delivered a message every Hashira would be receiving, and which they had all hoped to never hear:

An attack at the Ubuyashiki Manor. A demon at the Master’s residence. 

The crow began go leave, squawking back instructions to follow, but Obanai had already begun to run, wishing he knew the location, wishing the crow wasn’t so slow. He needed to get there fast—now.

But he arrived too late. The house was inflamed and dust and burning plants were flying in the air. He pressed the back of his hand to his nose, suddenly all the more grateful for his mask. Keeping his feet grounded, trying not to fly back from the impact, he pushed forward. As he approached, the other Hashira came into view. And then Gyomei—already throwing forward his weapon (lmao idk what to call it) as he shouted something. What was he saying? 

“MUZAN!! IT’S KIBUTSUJI MUZAN!”

Obanai’s blood ran cold and he was moving forward, pulling out his katana, forming a technique—

And then he was falling. Mitsuri’s familiar voice reached he ears as she shrieked. They were falling down, into what he and Sanemi had deducted to be some demon lair. He twisted in midair, eyes wide as the air rushed past his ears. He and Mitsuri were plummeting down, down, down—

Uppermoon four. There was another.

Beside him, Mitsuri made a nonverbal noise of disappointment and irritation. No doubt she was remembering her fight with the previous upper four. 

Obanai caught her gaze, eyes softening at her anxiety. “Don’t worry, Kanroji. This time there’s two Hashira against one Uppermoon. We’ll make it out just fine.”

Mitsuri gave him a thankful smile, her hand tightening around the hilt of her katana as she nodded. And they smiled at each other as if it wouldn’t be the last time they would. As if this wouldn’t be their last night together. As if they’d be just fine.

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ended up being less obamitsu centric than intended but oh well

haven’t posted here much recently so i gib this