Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] I’m not coming home pt.2 | {SaneOba}

Theme: cake batter consisting of angst and floof (i swear it has a lot of fluff, ok?)

TW: mentions of attempted suicide (basically, mentions of the previous chapter-), but very little :3

there’s more floof in this cuz… i feel bad and i love writing floof as much as angst

this ended up wayyyy longer than I’d anticipated.. and i added a touch of nemi angst too 💀

Tags: @gend3r_n0t_f0und @ImaginationsPortal @Gender_gone @Ariadazaisimp @Igur0-0banai3 (who’s stealing y’alls genders???)

×××

Obanai was asleep and Giyuu was at the door and Sanemi was in the kitchen. Sanemi was also panicking.

He heard the knock at the door and opened it, letting Giyuu enter.

Then he promptly went back to panicking.

Giyuu watched him pace around for a couple minutes before speaking up.

“Are you alright, Shinazugawa?” he asked. He had gotten better at talking recently, having had more time to focus on his social life. He was more vocal now and it was helpful, really. 

Sanemi stopped and stared at him. He had run his hand through his hair several times earlier so it looked like a mess, he had been muttering to himself and pacing around for almost an hour now, after putting Obanai to sleep, and he was tired. No, he was not alright.

“Obanai tried killing himself earlier,” Sanemi said bluntly, deciding to go straight (gay) to the point.

Giyuu blinked. He had not been expecting that. “What?”

Sanemi groaned, striding forwards and hitting his forehead against the wall several times. “He brought his katana with him. He didn’t even deny it.”

Giyuu moved forward, pulling Sanemi away from the wall. “When?”

“Over an hour ago. I made him sleep,” Sanemi said, gesturing to the hallway that led to Obanai’s room.

“Ah. We should ask Aoi for help, she might know therapist or something,” Giyuu murmured.

“Why the fuck would we ask a child?!” Sanemi said incredulously.

Giyuu sighed. “Because Kocho wanted to sign us up for therapy but we didn’t have time. Aoi or Kanao might be of some help in this matter since they knew Kocho better.”

“Bitch, we’re adults. We can find a therapist ourself. But I doubt Obanai would speak to one, in the first place. He’s… got a lot of personal shit he’d most likely rather not tell anyone,” Sanemi pointed out. He crossed his arms, moving away from Giyuu. 

“Right. I don’t know, then,” Giyuu murmured.

Sanemi frowned, looking down at the ground. “I don’t know either. I’ve been trying to help him, but I don’t think it’s working.”

“Mm. How have you been trying?”

“Uhh…” Sanemi paused, racking his brain. “I’ve been keeping a close watch on his sleeping and eating schedules—which are somehow still fucked up. I try talking to him sometimes but he doesn’t really… want to. He’s quieter now, too. It’s difficult to deal with, and it’s fucking up my head.”

Giyuu nodded as he spoke, thinking for a moment. “Try to just spend time with him, maybe? Instead of so obviously focusing on his mental and physical health, just take him out on walks or dates, and so on,” he suggested. “Maybe it’ll clear his mind.”

Sanemi raised an eyebrow. “That’s… I’m surprised I’d hear that from you, Tomioka. But I’ll try that, sure.”

Giyuu pouted. “What does that mean?!”

“You know, you’re really childish for a twenty-one year old man,” Sanemi deadpanned. 

“…go cheer up Iguro, then,” Giyuu said, huffing and turning to the door.

Sanemi laughed. “Will do. Thanks,” he called after Giyuu who was already outside.

“No problem… And good luck!” Giyuu said, lifting a hand in a wave before promptly slamming the door shut.

Sanemi rolled his eyes and locked the door before turning as he heard a different door open.

Obanai stumbled into the hallway, rubbing his eyes and fixing his bandages. He quickly spotted Sanemi and sank into his boyfriend’s arms, hugging him tightly.

“You alright?” Sanemi asked, patting Obanai. 

He got a muffled “yes” in response. 

“Are you hungry?” he asked, picking up Obanai and hoisting him onto his hip.

Obanai pulled back slightly to make himself comfortable, wrapping his legs around Sanemi’s waist. “No’ really…” he mumbled, resting his head on Sanemi’s shoulder. He seemed tired, still, and probably had forgotten about earlier. 

“Okay. Sleepy? Want to cuddle?” Sanemi offered, kissing his cheek.

“Mmmhm,” Obanai hummed, nuzzling against him.

Sanemi smiled. “Whatever you want. You’re awfully clingy today, you know…”

“Is’at bad?” Obanai asked, lifting his head up to look at Sanemi.

“Not at all. It’s adorable.”

“I’m not adorable.”

Sanemi scoffed. “Keep telling yourself that.”

Obanai grumbled but went back to hugging him as Sanemi made his way back to the bedroom, closing the door and laying down with Obanai wrapped around him.

The room was silent, only the sound of their breathing, bringing a comforting feeling to them, lulling them into sleep.

Sanemi awoke, he didn’t know how long later, and glanced down at Obanai who stayed asleep in his arms. The blanket previously pulled over them had at one point gotten tangled up between their limbs and Sanemi struggled for a moment to pull it back onto them.

He glanced at the window which had curtains drawn over them. A dim light filtered through the fabric, however, telling him it was around late evening or night. He moved his hand up to run through the dark, tangled locks of Obanai’s hair, wrapping his other arm back around his boyfriend.

A while later—about twenty or so minutes—Obanai stirred awake, blinking wearily at Sanemi. His hair was messy, despite Sanemi having been finger-combing it for nearly half an hour before, but he looked considerably less tired then he had before.

“S’nemi…?” he mumbled, moving forward and re-attaching himself to his boyfriend.

“Yes?”

“Goo’ mornin’…” Obanai said, his voice muffled by his bandages and sleep.

“It’s… night,” Sanemi said, laughing gently. 

“Oh.” Obanai sat up slowly, glancing at the window. “Is it bad that we’re used to waking up at dusk and going to sleep at dawn?”

“…Probably.” Sanemi sighed. “How do you feel, though?”

“I’m fine.”

“Tired, still, or not?”

“I feel better,” Obanai admitted, running a hand through his hair. 

“I’m glad to hear it,” Sanemi said, sitting up and kissing the smaller man’s forehead. “Hungry?”

“Not really.” 

Sanemi frowned. “When have you last eaten?”

Obanai pouted, crossing his arms. “That’s none of your concern!”

“It is! If I want to care for you, I need to know!” Sanemi said.

“I don’t need caring for! I’m twenty-one! I can care for myself!” Obanai protested.

Sanemi raised an eyebrow. “What, and this morning wasn’t some sort of indication that you can’t?” He immediately regretted the words afterwards when Obanai seemed to cower away, remembering. “Sorry, Obanai, I didn’t mean…”

Obanai shook his head, silencing him. “It’s fine.” He slumped back down onto the futon, burying himself in the blankets.

Sanemi sighed. “I’ll make us some food.”

“Alright…”

×××

Sanemi decided to take Giyuu’s advice into action and, the next day, took Obanai out on a walk after lunch.

Obanai was clueless and just walked around, one hand clasped around Sanemi’s, the other clutching a pebble he’d picked up earlier. They walked in silence, enjoying the outside for once. It was a nice day and the weather was mild, not cold nor hot. It was peaceful; spring could be like that. (Fun fact: it was spring after the war!! Because the sakura tree in the Butterfly Estate had been blooming) There was a heavy scent of flowers in the air, given the trees were blooming and, with the occasional burst of wind, flower petals would float down around them.

Sanemi was watching Obanai carefully and had been caught staring at him several times, leading to more awkward silence.

Eventually, irritated, Obanai asked, “What?” upon catching Sanemi looking at him again.

Sanemi bit his lip, turning his gaze back in front of them. Obanai stopped, though, holding Sanemi back by his hand. 

“What?” he repeated, more forcefully.

Sanemi shook his head. “It’s nothing, just thinking.”

Obanai huffed. “If you keep thinking about yesterday, I’m going to rip your head off.”

“Be my guest,” Sanemi murmured. “And it’s not that”—which was partially true—”so don’t worry about it. I was thinking about when we were Hashira. Days like today just went by unnoticed since we were usually resting or training.”

Obanai rolled his eyes. “Oh, are you reminising now? Are you going to go on about a speech to appreciate what we have now?”

Sanemi laughed. “Do you want me to?”

“Fuck no.”

“Good, because I wasn’t. But… you really should,” Sanemi added, as an afterthought.

“What? I’m not reciting an essay for shit,” Obanai said, scrunching up his nose. 

“That’s not what I meant. i meant, like, to ‘appreciate what you have now,’ as you’d put it.”

“Oh, so it is about yesterday.” He sighed, letting go of Sanemi’s hand to fidget with the rock. “Please stop thinking about it.”

“Like I could.” Sanemi crossed his arms, moving to stand in front of Obanai. “You do realize I care about you way more than anyone else right now?”

“Well you shouldn’t. You should care about yourself.” Obanai looked up, his eyes meeting the lavender eyes of Sanemi’s, those of which he’d fallen in love with over and over again. God, he would do almost anything for him. Almost anything.

“Like you could talk! You’re the one ignoring your own health,” Sanemi shot back. “Obanai, seriously, just… I’ll stop thinking about it when you can prove to me that you’ll try to get better. If not for yourself, then… for…” He hesitated, unsure if he should continue the sentence. “For someone else.”

Obanai frowned. “For you?” he asked. “Just say it. It’s not selfish, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Sanemi shook his head again, running a hand through his hair and sighing. “It’s… not that.”

“Then?” Obanai asked impatiently. 

“That’s not what we’re talking about!” Sanemi said, trying to pull him off the course of the conversation.

“Yeah, well now it is. So, tell me.” He crossed his arms for emphasis, glaring up at Sanemi.

Sanemi grumbled. “If I tell you, will you try to care for your health?”

“I walked into that, didn’t I,” Obanai said, sighing. 

“Yes.”

“Fine. I’ll try. But I won’t promise any success.”

“Good enough,” Sanemi decided. 

“So?” Obanai asked, quirking an eyebrow when he didn’t continue. “Tell me!”

“It’s stupid,” he insisted.

“So am I, and look who you’re dating! Get on with it, idiot.”

Sanemi rolled his eyes. “One, you’re not stupid. And… fine. Fine,” he repeated, as if telling himself more than Obanai. His gaze dropped to the ground, avoiding the prying eyes of his boyfriend. “It’s about Kanroji.”

Obanai tensed. “What about her?”

“I don’t know. Just, you’re doing this all for her, right? I know what you were looking at when I found you yesterday. I know you care about her a lot.” Sanemi paused. “Basically—and fuck, I sound like a selfish brat, but—I didn’t know if you cared about me enough to want to stay… for me,” he concluded. “Which is why… yeah.”

Obanai frowned, taking in this information. “Are you jealous or insecure?”

Sanemi winced. “Don’t say it like that.”

“Just answer.”

“Both, really,” he admitted, wishing he could crawl in a hole and die.

There was a beat of silence.

And then Obanai stepped forward, tiptoeing and wrapping his arms around Sanemi’s neck, hugging him tightly. He glanced around, making sure nobody was there, then undid his bandages, kissing Sanemi gently. Sanemi embraced him, leaning against the hug. 

“God, you’re like a big baby,” Obanai murmured, placing another kiss on Sanemi’s cheek.

“Says you,” Sanemi said, although he smiled at the kiss. 

“Mm, sure.” 

They stayed like this for a while, completely ignoring the fact that they stood in the middle of a road in public, their attention completely on each other.

Then Sanemi back away, embarrassed and almost guilty. “Sorry for turning this about me.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s nice to not be the one worried about for once,” Obanai said, quickly fixing his mask and taking Sanemi’s hand.

Sanemi nodded. “And it’s nice to be the one worried about, honestly,” he said. 

“Guess you haven’t experienced it much?”

“Nah.” 

They continued on their walk in silence for a while, consumed in their own thoughts. Obanai spoke up, after a few minutes, glancing up at Sanemi.

“Hey, and for the record? I do care about you. Fuck, I’m sorry for seeming so laser-focused on Mitsuri lately, but… I mean, don’t take this the wrong way, but she’s all the reasons why I want to die. You’re all the reasons I want to stay,” he said, his voice gentle. 

Sanemi stared at him. 

“What?”

“N… Nothing,” Sanemi mumbled, his hand tightening around Obanai’s. “Thanks.”

Obanai nodded, confused. He double-stepped forward to see Sanemi’s face—who had turned away—and stopped. “Oh my god, are you going to cry?!” 

Sanemi shook his head, his hand reaching up to rub his eyes. “Fuck no, what the hell are you talking about?…”

Obanai sighed, letting go of his hand to wipe the tear that slipped down Sanemi’s cheek. “Crying isn’t bad.”

“Well, good for you. Because I’m not crying!” Sanemi insisted, a whine entering his voice.

“And you said I was the baby,” Obanai grumbled, rolling his eyes. But he hugged Sanemi again, holding him tightly in his arms. 

Sanemi buried his face in the mess of Obanai’s hair, practically strangling him with a hug. “‘m not crying,” he repeated, with less insistency.

“Whatever you say.”

After Sanemi got himself back together, the two walked down the road again, more awkwardly as neither knew what to say anymore. 

“Uhm… So, back to you?” Sanemi suggested.

“Fuck no.”

“Fuck yes.”

“You want to fuck?” Obanai asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe?” Sanemi said, mimicking Obanai.

“Idiot,” Obanai said, laughing.

Sanemi smiled. “You’re laughing.”

Obanai immediately stopped. “Okay, no, that’s stupid. Don’t be stupid.”

Sanemi rolled his eyes. “You’re stupid.”

“I know.”

“God.”

They exchanged a smile before Obanai decidedly broke into a run, making Sanemi do a double take before chasing after him.

“What the hell?!” he shouted, catching up quickly.

Obanai grinned at him, quickening his pace. “How much strength from being do you think we have left?”

“I bet I have more than you do,” Sanemi replied, running ahead of Obanai.

“Fuck you!!” Obanai whined, attempting to get back in line with Sanemi.

They laughed as they ran, and probably wouldn’t have stopped if it weren’t for the fact that they nearly crashed into someone. Both of them skidded to a stop, almost toppling over themselves in an attempt to not hit the other person.

“Fuck…” Sanemi groaned, helping Obanai steady himself.

“Okay, what the hell is wrong with you two?” the person asked, his voice familiar.

They looked up.

“Great,” Obanai said, crossing his arms.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?!” Tengen whined. 

“Nothing. What’re you doing here?” Sanemi asked.

“Uh, walking. Why?” Tengen said, cocking an eyebrow. “And you two?”

“Same as you,” Obanai said. 

“Right. You look better,” Tengen noted, looking Obanai up and down.

“What do you mean?”

“Well rested.” 

Sanemi nodded. “He slept a lot yesterday and the day before.”

“I was tired,” Obanai said defensively. “And what do you mean, ‘better’?!”

“It wasn’t an insult,” Tengen said, laughing. “And of course you were tired.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Obanai threw the pebble at Tengen who dodged it, grinning at him.

Sanemi rolled his eyes. “He means you were being insomniac and unhealthy and that you’re already making improvement, dumbass.”

Obanai huffed. “You too?!”

“Hey, don’t blame me! You were the only one who fell into some sort of neglection of yourself after Muzan!” Sanemi pointed out.

“Anyways, I don’t want to hear you two bickering, so… bye!” Tengen said, saluting them before promptly turning and practically disappearing.

Sanemi and Obanai stared after to where Tengen had run off to, watching his figure fade into the distance.

“Why is everyone concerned about my health,” Obanai asked, after a minute. 

“Because you’re easy to be concerned about. You look happier though,” Sanemi said, turning back to Obanai. “Right now.”

“That’s cuz we were running and it was exhilarating. I haven’t done that in a bit.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I took you out on the walk,” he said, taking Obanai’s hand into his own.

“Hmm, I knew you had ulterior motives,” Obanai said. “‘I need fresh air’ my ass.” 

“That wasn’t a lie.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Hey, you lied about that, too!” Sanemi said, walking again.

“Fair enough.”

×××

Giyuu’s tactic seemed to work. It was distracting Obanai a lot more and he looked a lot lighter now, although he occasionally lapsed into fits of depressing—if you could call it that—and Sanemi was always there for him when they happened. But he was progressing and his katana ended up in the corner of the entrance hall, dust slowly collecting on the hand guard. He was doing better, and it was all Sanemi could really ask for.

×××

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y’all i know I ended this randomly but I was losing ideas for this and it ended up so much different than i’d intended AND HOW THE FUCK DID I GET NEARLY 3000 WORDS?! I THOUGHT IT WOULD ONLY BE 600-1000 BUT NAH…

Also i js remembered how much I love fluff 🤩

so many scenes in this oneshot i’m in love w/ how it turned out (also a bit eh but YAYY)

LOVE YOU ALL SM<333