Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] Food talk | {SaneOba}

Theme: Angsty floof?

Note: I got this request a month ago and i’ve been so absent in this book erm.. sorry..

They’re already dating // cw;; spoilers, ED

Tags: @Majo306Pdf

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It wasn’t a secret that Obanai’s eating was quite a problem. But Sanemi had figured that, at least, he ate every day. If not every meal, one? However, as he and Obanai started hanging around each other more, he found that Obanai appeared to be eating the very minimal that he could. Or none at all, if he could get away with it. For some time, Sanemi figured he would let Obanai sort it out—often things worked out by themself, without peer pressure. But eventually his concern got the better of him, especially when he found that Obanai hadn’t eaten in several days.

He arrived at his house with food later that day. He offered no room for argument when he set it on the table. “You need to eat, Obanai,” he explained.

Obanai crossed his arms. He was sitting across from Sanemi, legs folded on a cushion. “Why? I’m not hungry.”

“Yeah, well, if you don’t eat sooner or later, you’re gonna faint. And I’m not hauling your ass to Shinobu’s—which, by the way, shouldn’t actually be that hard (just a nuisance) considering how fucking light you are.” Sanemi gave him a pointed look, opening the container of food. “I know you don’t like anything extravagant so I just made some onigiri and cut up some vegetables.”

Obanai’s frown deepened. He wasn’t wearing his bandages right now, in fact he rarely did when it was only the two of them. So his displeasure to this was clear, furrowing his eyebrows as he glared at Sanemi. “I don’t want to eat.”

“You need to eat,” Sanemi repeated. “It’s not a choice, Obanai. You need food to stay alive.”

“Well, fuck it, then! I’ve been working perfectly fine since I last ate,” Obanai said defiantly. 

Sanemi let out an exaggerated (and exasperated) sigh. “When did you last eat?”

“Uh… Tuesday,” Obanai said, after a moment’s thought.

“…Obanai.”

“What?”

“That was five fucking days ago!! I’m surprised you’re still working,” Sanemi groaned. “Listen, if you don’t eat I’m breaking up with you.”

“What?!” Obanai was taken aback, that much was clear. Which was good. He needed to eat.

“Yes. So either you eat or I’m leaving you for, uh, Tomioka,” Sanemi said.

They both knew full well he wouldn’t do that. Nevertheless, Obanai caved. Sanemi was basically his life source—and comfort—and life in general—so there was no way he was going to let this happen. For all he knew, Sanemi might actually break up with him, if not date Giyuu. He wasn’t risking it.

“I… Fine,” Obanai mumbled. He looked sullenly at the food before drawing it towards him, picking up the chopsticks Sanemi provided and poking the rice gloomily.

“I can feed you?” Sanemi offered, scooting over to sit closer.

“I’m not a baby,” Obanai retorted, though he sacrificed his chopsticks to his boyfriend. Sanemi picked up a small bundle of rice, guiding it towards Obanai’s reluctantly opening mouth. They did this until the rice was half gone and Obanai claimed he was going to throw it all back up.

“You know, you only feel like this because you haven’t eaten in a while,” Sanemi said pointedly.

Obanai simply glowered down at his bowl, wishing the rice would incinerate. “Whatever.”

Sanemi frowned, watching him for a moment. “Iguro?”

“What?”

“Why don’t you like eating?” The question should’ve come up long ago, really. But it hadn’t really crossed Sanemi’s mind. Obanai’s hate for food had always just been a characteristic of the man in Sanemi’s mind. Maybe he was a picky eater. Maybe something else, like a health problem. But it seemed to be something different, what with Obanai being willing to push himself to his limit and not eat for several days in a row.

Obanai glanced up at him, paused, then looked away. “It’s nothing. Just not hungry.”

“That’s a lie,” Sanemi said, letting out a breath. “There’s no way in fuck your body won’t get hungry, even if you don’t feel like eating. It’s only natural since, you know, you’re a human??”

Obanai sighed. “Yeah, okay, whatever. Just don’t feel like eating, then. Let’s move on.” He poked begrudgingly at his rice. “It’s really nothing.”

Sanemi’s frown deepened. “Listen, if we want to help you get better, then you have to be able to talk about this. You weigh little to nothing. Hell, even Kocho weighs more than you and she’s tiny. You can’t expect to eat this little and still function properly enough to be a Hashira.”

Obanai averted his eyes. “I don’t like talking about it.”

“Then we have to find a way to get you to eat more. What is it you hate so much about food?” Sanemi asked, scooting closer and moving the bowl away.

“It’s… the smell?” Obanai started, albeit reluctantly. “It makes me nauseous.”

“Good! That’s a start! Is it more the heavier foods? Like the seasoned ones?” Sanemi pressed.

Obanai nodded slowly. “Rice is good. If plain.”

“Mhm. I’ve noticed you mostly eat that, if anything.”

“Flavorful things… kinda dredge up memories.”

Sanemi frowned. “Oh? Bad ones?”

“I guess.” Obanai sighed, leaning his head in Sanemi’s shoulder. “I don’t know, just eating in general makes me feel like shit.”

“Ah. Does rice not induce that, or…?” he prompted, tugging Obanai onto his lap and holding him close.

“It’s just less. You know?” 

Sanemi hummed. “Right. So plainer foods like rice. What about fruits? Are those also bad?” he asked. They weren’t necessarily heavy foods but some could be overly sweet for Obanai.

“They’re fine… Apples are better? I don’t like them too… uh… sweet,” Obanai mumbled. He tilted his head up, trying to catch Sanemi’s gaze. “I can write a list of what I don’t mind eating, later.”

“Yeah, okay. You don’t have to talk anymore about it now,” Sanemi assured him. He turned him around on his lap, pressing a brief kiss to his forehead. 

“M’kay,” Obanai said contently, bonking Sanemi affectionately with his head. “Thanks.” 

Sanemi smiled and pulled him into a kiss, cradling him in his arms. “No problem.”

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honestly this was lame 💀 but i didn’t know how to write it.. sorry 😞 

(also idk what to name this part so the title is stupid, too)