Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] Love at its best | {SaneOba}

Theme: Fluff

Note: this is short asf- cuz i wrote it in my notebook and i can’t stand writing traditionally

the name is kinda hasty i didn’t know what to call it… and i might’ve used that picture before but i can’t rememeber :’> 

Sanemi sat with his head resting sleepily on Obanai’s shoulder, his eyes fluttering open every now and then. 

It was a sunny day and it was very warm out, making both Hashira drowsy.

For a while they sat in silence, taking gentle and comforting breaths. But then Obanai said, getting a bit restless in all his tiredness, “Sanemi?”

Though neither were on first name basis, for some reasong it didn’t feel strange. Of course, it could’ve been from the fact that both weren’t in the most sane state of mind.

Nevertheless, Sanemi hummed in response, his eyes still closed.

“Can I trust you not to question it if I show you?” Obanai asked. (don’t take this out of context you fuckers)

This question, again, got no confusion nor resulted it’s own question in response. Only a, “Mhm” in following.

Obanai turned then and Sanemi was forced to sit up, as he’d been resting on his companions’ shoulder.

Then, quite slowly as if to not break the comfortable silence, Obanai unraveled his bandages revealing the thick, jagged scar running across his jaw.

As promised, Sanemi asked nothing about it. In fact, his reaction was minimal and the only way you could tell he had registered it was from the way his eyes seemed to outline the scar. 

Quite suddenly then, nearly breaking the drowsy atmosphere, Sanemi lifted his hand, guiding Obanai’s chin towards him.

“Can I kiss you?” the Wind Hashira asked, his lavender eyes focosed purely on the other’s heterochromic ones.

When he recieved a nod, he leaned forward, his lips fitting like a well-placed puzzle piece against Obanai’s.

Their eyes fluttered closed, nearly in sync, and it appeared as if the warmth had rose to a hotter temperature—though quite the opposite of an uncomfortable one.

They pulled away a couple seconds later, their cheeks tinted peek and their eyes look as alive and clear as ever.

Obanai reached for his bandages subconsciously but Sanemi held his hand down.

“Hm?”

He shook his head, his hair contrasting against Obanai’s pitch-black locks as he rested his forehead against the other’s.

“Can you keep them off?” he asked, referring to the bandages.

Obanai’s eyes met Sanemi’s and, upon seeing how intent he looked, he nodded. 

“For the time being,” he murmured.

“Mm, alright,” Sanemi said mindlessly.

They gazed at each other for some time and cicadas could be heard from somewhere around them, chirping in the heat. 

“Obanai?” Sanemi said after a long pause.

“Yes?”

Sanemi kissed him again, parting away for a second to say, “You shouldn’t keep wearing that mask, Iguro. You still look hot as hell without it.”

As he leaned in for another kiss, he noticed Obanai had on a small, almost relieved smile wavering sweetly as he closed the distance between them again.

{Word count: 463}

Y’all i’m such a fast typer I wrote this all in 9 minutes /srs

it’s not that fast since it’s only like 463 words but… yay! ✨ There will prolly be spelling mistakes bc of that but i can’t bother looking thru it rn

also

two saneoba’s in a row<3

(I wrote this yesterday and the one before this today >:3)