Theme: Angst, Fluff
Note: WHO GIVES A FUCK THIS ISN’T A POPULAR SHIP, I’M NOT ONLY GOING TO DO OBAMITSU!! (i’m sorry- anyways I was going to do ObaGiyuu then decided I didn’t want to be hated so just be glad ig :3) Oh and this oneshot idea was originally from someone else but I forgot their @ 🥲
People can be real fucking pushy. That was something Obanai learned when he had a demon slayer follow him home. He’d just saved her from a demon and she was already pestering him so much he almost wished he’d just let the demon eat her before killing it. This was so annoying and he didn’t want to deal with her right now. But at least he’d be meeting up with the Hashira in a moment. Perhaps they could scare her off.
They were meeting up for strategy ideas and different ways they might find more Tsugoku. Himejima had found somebody he might take in as a Tsugoku, but unfortunately that person couldn’t do any breathing styles. Then the Hashira had come to the conclusion that it was very hard to find Tsugoku who lasted and were equally still strong, so they decided to meet up to plan out different ways they might find some. Of course, it wouldn’t be easy to but they needed anybody they could get, at this point. Especially with Kyojuro’s death.
Obanai rounded the corner and spotted a group of people up ahead. He grinned to himself and brushed away the girl, running up to the Hashira. Except.. the girl was unfazed by the Hashira. Or rather, she was only in awe and not in fear. She gazed up at them for a moment then went back to Obanai, who groaned under his breath.
“Hey, hey, Iguro-sama! What’s under that mask of yours? Are you hurt? Are those bandages because of an injury? I hear you always wear them, though. Is the injury that long-lasting? It can’t be that bad, no?” she continued.
Obanai jolted and glared at her, but she didn’t seem to notice. She didn’t realize this was something he would very much rather not talk about. The Hashira noticed, though. Of course they did. Mitsuri spoke up first. Hesitently, she interrupted the girl and said, “Hey, uhm.. why are you here? We have an important meeting to get to! Why don’t you run along and get some rest and let us finish up the meeting first? Please?”
Obanai was thankful for the Love Hashira whom always seemed to be so caring of everyone. He nodded a gentle thank you to her then turned his back to the younger demon slayer. But she kept pushing, practically ignoring Mitsuri. “Heyy, just show me!! I’m sure the other Hashira know so it’s okay, just show me!!” she pressed, jumping in front of Obanai and reaching up to his face to pull off his bandages.
“No,” Obanai said firmly.
“No, the Hashira don’t know? Well I’m sure they’re also curious!!” she stated, which was unfortunately true. As much as the Hashira wished she would go, they really were curious as well. But at least they tried to conceal it.
Sanemi grabbed the other girl’s shoulders as her hands brushed Obanai’s cheek when she grabbed for his bandages. She shrieked and kicked. “Let go of me!!” she said.
“Then stop bothering us and fuck off!” Sanemi retorted, letting her down harshly so she stumbled. She pretended to have tripped and fell onto Obanai, much to Sanemi’s irritation. Obanai flinched as her hands seemed to move where they wanted, completely ignoring how Obanai clearly wanted her to leave and how the other Hashira were starting to get really annoyed now.
Tengen stepped in, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, that’s not flashy. Get away and go bother your friends, if you have them. We have more important things to attend to,” he said, emphasizing the word ‘important.’Â
The girl sighed and nodded, though her hands were still movng as they pleased—something. besides Obanai, only Sanemi noticed. They were traveling uncomfortably close to his bandages now, although one was trailing over his chest, most likely an attempt to conceal her actual means. He went to push her away but his arms felt weak and he couldn’t move. Everyones eyes were on him and the girl. Shinobu went over and poked the girl. “Didn’t you hear Uzui and Shinazugawa? Or are you deaf? Get away from us,” she said sternly, glaring at the girl.
The demon slayer finally gave in, and Obanai started to relax as she pulled away. But then suddenly, her hand whipped up and she snatched his bandages, ripping them. He scrambled back, shocked, scared, confused. He hadn’t noticed; he’d been too uncomfortable and scared to realize she’d been about to do that. Oh, how foolish of him. He moved his hands up quickly to cover his face but the damage was done. Everybody had seen. And they were silent, their eyes wide, not having expected this. The scar from his past. Still thick and awful like the demon who’d caused it. He trembled and his posture sank. He used his haori sleeve to cover his mouth and Kaburamaru hissed at the Hashira and the girl as they stared. The snake, Obanai’s best friend, the companian who had been with him for so long, moved Obanai’s hand away which then fell limply to his side. Then, Kaburamaru moved himself infront of the scar in a sort of defiant pose as if to say, “It’s just me. What are you looking at? Go away.”
Obanai was very thankful for this and he would make sure Kaburamaru would get what he wanted later. But right now.. right now he couldn’t do anything. He sank into the ground and the Hashira finally came to their senses. Mitsuri and Gyomei escorted the girl away who was talking rapidly about the scar and how he might’ve gotten it. Obanai didn’t notice. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He didn’t want to cry. No, he wouldn’t. He hadn’t cried in so long and he wouldn’t now. Not in front of everybody. Not with all their pitying stares. Please.. No..Â
Then Sanemi went over and wrapped him into a hug. It was warm, comforting. Something surprising coming from the arrogant Hashira. But Obanai didn’t care. Didn’t care whether it was Sanemi or Mitsuri or anyone. He buried his face into the crook of Sanemi’s neck and tried not to sob. He could smell a light scent of something sweet as he wrapped his arms around the taller male, finding some comfort from this. He peeked over Sanemi’s shoulder slightly and noticed the other Hashira worriedly talking amongst each other. Giyuu was somewhere off to the side looking distant and a lot more unfocused than usual. Maybe a little disturbed? Hard to tell when you’re fighting tears.
Of course the fight only lasted for about five more seconds because right then, they poured out. He couldn’t stop them and he continued sobbing for a few minutes, wishing he could crawl into a hole and die. But Sanemi held him tightly and rubbed his back, he whispered calming things into his ear and rocked him back and forth until his crying was subdued to hiccups and Obanai felt a little better. Who knew Sanemi could comfort like this?
As Obanai was able to calm his breathing, he settled himself back onto the ground but Sanemi pulled him back onto his lap and hugged him again. “Are you okay?” Sanemi whispered, his arms wrapped protectively around Obanai.Â
“Yes.. thank you.. Sorry,” Obanai apologized, looking away. His cheeks felt warm from both tears and embarrassment. How could he have let himself break down in front of everyone..
“For what?”
“For being so fucking weak.” Obanai resented himself for that.Â
Kaburamaru and Sanemi would have none of that though, because Sanemi glared, saying, “Shut the fuck up, you’re just being humane and you are not weak at all!” and Kaburamaru nodded along and poked Obanai’s cheek several times in defiance. Obanai laughed softly and thankfully, hugging the two and nearly suffocating Kaburamaru. “Thank you for this, then..”
“Anytime, Iguro, anytime..” Sanemi said, ruffling the Serpent Hashira’s hair.
{Word Count: 1363}
..I must confess something.. I only ended it like this bc I was running out of ideas on what to write next and because I want to finish at least one of these 27 drafts ffs (80% of them are oneshots the rest are from my books lmao- also the unpublished books-)
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