Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] Always hers | {SaneOba/ObaMitsu}

Theme: Angst

Note: IT’S SUCH A NICE DAY TODAY I SHOULDN’T BE WRITING ANGST HELP

My mom keeps saying that I look tired (i’m not)

anywho, spoilers!!

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Sanemi followed Obanai’s gaze to Mitsuri who stood talking to Shinobu across the yard. 

“Do you like her?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at Obanai’s flushed face.

“WHAT?! …No!” Obanai insisted, turning back to Sanemi and shaking his head. “I don’t!”

Sanemi gave him an incredulous look. “Are you going to keep lying?”

“…yes,” he decided, glaring at the ground. Then he paused and looked back up at Sanemi. “Do you like someone?”

Sanemi gave a start. Yes, yes he did. “No, I don’t,” he said, frowning. 

“Sureee,” Obanai said, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. “Then why did you flinch?”

“I wasn’t expecting the question,” Sanemi said, lying through his teeth. He flicked Obanai’s forehead. “You’re the simp, I prefer not to indulge in relationships.”

“I’m not indulging in shit. I don’t like anyone,” Obanai said, promptly going back to watching Mitsuri.

Sanemi sighed, a sinking feeling rising in his chest. God, and he had thought he had a chance.

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He didn’t mind, really, the fact that Obanai found no interest in Sanemi. Or just men, in general. Relationships like that would only bring greater consequences. But he couldn’t help feeling constricted whenever Mitsuri was around—her angelic nature, shining like a beacon. She was Sanemi’s exact opposite, a bubbly, beloved force of nature. Sanemi, on the other hand, was disruptive and aggressive, usually would pop up in a conversation about someone’s least favorite Hashira. It wasn’t a mystery as to why Obanai favored Mitsuri. But it hurt, it really did.

But he pushed it down. Which was how he tolerated it, mostly. It was like a system. To not feel. The second he saw Mitsuri, he had to turn away. Give himself a breath. Turn back. There, it was fine, yes? As long as he kept himself in control, it was fine. Obanai was happy—it was nice seeing him more upbeat given that it was a lot harder to find anything to make you genuinely happy now. So it was fine.

Days, weeks, months, years, they passed in a blur. Somehow, Sanemi’s feelings never changed. It was irritating. Why was he like this?

And then there was a pause in the world, almost. The demon occurrences had suddenly stopped. Nezuko had overcome the sun.

With this change, Sanemi’s heart decided to explode upon himself, bursting his feelings through his body. It was as if, without the constant pressure of death, all the times he had pushed himself down had pressed back against him, released. 

He made up his mind, finally, to tell Obanai. It was a now or never, wasn’t it? Obanai didn’t return his feelings, that was a given. But it was fine, Sanemi already knew that. He just wanted Obanai to know that he really meant a lot to Sanemi, meant more than he could ever have realized.

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It was dark. Night was approaching, but Sanemi finally found some time to take away to talk to Obanai. He found him quickly—the two not being far from each other. They made small conversation as Sanemi took his time to gather the courage the blurt out a confession.

Obanai seemed to notice something odd about him because he said, “Are you alright? You look nervous.”

Sanemi shook his head. “Fine. Just tired from training all day.”

“Mm. Demon Slayers are so incompetent now,” Obanai said with a scoff. “They’re all whining about how the training is too harsh, I would’ve mistakened them for toddlers if I didn’t know better.”

Sanemi laughed. “Exactly. Hey, uhm, I have to tell you something.”

“Yeah?”

He let out a breath. “I like you, Iguro. I know you like Kanroji so I never said anything, but I feel like I’ll probably never tell you if I don’t now, so…”

Obanai stared at him, shock overtaking his expression. “I-“

“CAW! CAW!! EMERGENCY!! ATTACK ON THE UBUYASHIKI MANSION, ATTACK AT THE UBUYASHIKI MANSION!!!” a crow shouted overhead. 

Sanemi and Obanai wasted no time in rushing away, their katanas gripped tightly in their hands. There was no time for silly confessions.

×××

Pain. That was all Sanemi knew. And then he felt nothing.

He woke up, he didn’t know when. Light blinded him for a moment and he opted to shut his eyes. He heard someone bustling about around him. He blinked, waiting for his gaze to adjust. He was laying down somewhere. He tried to sit up and groaned at the effort, slumping back upon the pillows he had been propped up on.

There was a shout of exclamation and more footsteps. Aoi’s face made its way into Sanemi’s view and he stared up at her wearily.

“Shinazugawa-sama… Are you alright?!” Aoi asked, concern flickering through her features. “You’re terribly injured so do not make a move to sit up until I say so. How badly is the pain?”

Sanemi frowned. “Uhm. Bad?” he said, his mind clouded. He had a vague memory of something. Then it hit him and a wave emotions crashed upon him. “I… Muzan?”

Aoi nodded. “Muzan is dead. He was defeated several weeks ago. You have been unconscious since then.”

“Oh. Gen…” Sanemi sighed deeply, ignoring the stabbing pain in his lungs. Fuck. 

Aoi shook her head. “He… didn’t survive. I don’t know what happened to him but his body was not discovered.”

“Himejima didn’t say…?” Sanemi asked quietly, looking up at her.

“Himejima? No. He… also died,” Aoi murmured, an expression of sorrow taking shape on her features. “Of the Hashira, only you and Tomioka survived.”

“Only…?” Sanemi said, grief overcoming him. And for a moment, the information didn’t quite hit him. But then he realized. “Fuck.”

He sat up, hissing at the ache in his body.

“Lay down! You can’t-” Aoi tried, scrambling to push him down. 

Sanemi avoided her, slipping off the side of the bed and nearabout collapsing to the ground. He used the bed to prop himself up, glancing around him at the cots lining the room. 

There was Giyuu, and many others he didn’t recognize. And because he didn’t recognize any others was why he almost toppled over, were it not for Aoi’s steady hands guiding him back to the bed. He sank his head into his bandaged hands, his body shaking with unshed tears. 

“Fuck,” he choked out.

Aoi patted his back awkwardly. “You have to rest, Shinazugawa. Please.”

“No,” he murmured. He looked up at her. “Then… Iguro is dead?”

Aoi nodded, avoiding his gaze. “Him, Kanroji, Himejima, Tokito, Shinobu.” 

“Oh. Oh, oh god,” Sanemi whispered, raking an unsteady hand through his hair. 

“I’m sorry. But please, you have to rest. Else you joined them as well.”

“How did… Iguro?” he asked, ignoring her.

“Hm?”

“How was it that he died? Did he say anything before?” Sanemi asked, hoping beyond hope that Obanai had spoken, had been with someone before his death. He had never gotten an answer. He didn’t even care if it had just been a ‘I hate you now.’ He just wanted… something. Anything.

Aoi shook her head. “If he did, we do not know. He was found with Kanroji. He was holding her tightly, we couldn’t seperate them. Both had bled out to their deaths, we presume. They had terrible injuries.”

“Holding…?” Sanemi’s voice trailed off. Of course… At least Obanai had been with Mitsuri at his death, at least they were together. But, god, it only was worse. To know that Sanemi could never amount to anything enough for Obanai. He could never be enough for himself either. Not with Obanai, Genya, everyone. All… gone.

Aoi placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “It’s a lot to take in, I know. But you must rest. Your body will need it.”

Sanemi nodded numbly, slipping back under the covers. “I loved him,” he said quietly.

Aoi turned, back to him, tilting her head. “What?”

“But he loved her.”

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oh god

I hate the beginning of this oneshot but god

the end-

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