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Note:Â i wrote this in half an hour skkmks
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Obanai had never believed in love at first sight. He’d never believed in love, period. How could he? He had never had any reason to. There was no reason to start believing now. But when he had met Mitsuri… in retrospect, it wasn’t a stretch to say that she had changed his life. Nearly every moment from that day forward he found that the happiest times had been spent with her. His usual doubtfulness on women seemed to dissipate at her nervous smile, asking him with an air of vulnerability where she might be. Though he wasn’t sure what to think of her at first glance, he found that she interested him. The fear and urge to run away that usually accompanied any woman was barely a nudge in his mind and the comfort of it all made him relax slightly, guiding her through the Master’s estate.
As they walked, she filled in the silence with lovely chatter. She seemed to skip from topic to topic like a child bounding from rock to rock that stretched over a creek. Her enthusiasm was palpable and it almost made him smile himself, though he found that her cascade of conversation was rather overwhelming for a bit. She thanked him for showing the way then went on talking about how she had gotten lost and then led the topic to her four cats and how they had gotten lost in her own house when they’d first arrived. She’s explanined every little detail about the devilish furballs, saying that they were like the cutest gremlins, shedding so much fur that they could make a whole fur coat out of a day’s supply. It amused Obanai to hear her affection for what seemed like the incarnation of the devil himself, especially after she showed him one of the scratches her cats had given her a couple years back that had yet to fade.
As he dropped her off to Kagaya, he had thought he would be relieved to get out of her presence. Instead, he found himself disappointed. She would be at the Hashira meeting that he would attend in a bit, but overall the Hashira didn’t make it much of a habit to seek each other out. She probably wouldn’t talk to him anymore and had only stuck by because he was showing her the way. His own dismay surprised him and he brought a hand up to stroke Kaburamaru’s head, trying to regain his senses. What was this?
Later, at the meeting, Obanai stood by a tree, speaking to Sanemi as they waited for the rest of the Master to arrive. When he did, the response was instantaneous as the Hashira bowed simultaneously, dropping to their knees and bowing their heads. Kagaya offered words of greeting and several Hashira returned them before he spoke about the a new girl who would be joining the ranks. That was when Mitsuri stepped forward, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. Some of the Hashira gave her uniform curious glances but they welcomed her and she smiled nervously, introducing herself as Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira.
There was quiet titters to this and Obanai could understand. Love Hashira? It would have to do with her Breathing Technique’s name—what, Love Breathing? It seemed almost ridiculous but as she made her way to kneel beside the other Hashira, she flashed Obanai a quick smile of recognition, a hint of relief in her eyes as she siddled next to him, offering a small “hello!” before she knelt. Suddenly, Obanai decided he could understand why she held her title. Love Hashira. It fit.
The thought instantly rose the temperature and he shifted, tugging on his bandages slightly as he felt his cheeks burn. No, what was he thinking? Such impure thoughts for his coworker… And yet, glancing at her nervous posture, he could understand himself, if only slightly. She was beautiful and so… normal, almost carefree despite her job. Really, he admired her ability to smile like this, to feel anxious even when she killed every day.
But then he noticed Sanemi giving him a judging look and he turned quickly away, hoping his hair and mask hid the worst of the blush as he refocused his attention on the Master.
It wasn’t that other women weren’t pretty or whatever. Certainly, people called Shinobu that many times. But Obanai never felt like this for any of them. They were simply more obstacles he’d have to run around, trying to figure them out. But Mitsuri’s openness with him earlier and the way she easily sought him out as reassurance despite only having spoken to him once… Maybe other women were like this, but they were different. Mitsuri was different. Somehow, she was special. Somehow, she made Obanai feel like there was a chance he could trust her. Talk to her. Feel safe with her.
Besides, Shinobu was always so tense. She and Obanai got along fine, but he didn’t suppose that he could stand being in the same room as her alone for too long. She was a bit scary, if he was being honest. He didn’t understand her. But he felt like he could understand Mitsuri, somehow. With her open-book nature and just the way he could read her in a way that didn’t seem as much vulnerable and weak than safe. Trustworthy, even.
He hadn’t believed in love at first sight before, yes. He hadn’t believed he could love either. But obviously, it took less than he’d thought to be proven wrong. Rollercoaster ride or not, he felt that this would all be worth it. He didn’t know what it would be worth, yet, but he just knew. Mitsuri was going to be worth it.
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ok damn i wrote fast 💀
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