Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] Fireflies pt.3 | {ObaGiyuu

Theme: The softest, most plush floof

Note: Y’all get your fluff be4 i post the SaneOba angst :3

Me realizing it’s easier to convey emotions when you can see them visibly:

Also music is so… it’s rlly making me wish i was better at drawing 😭

Too lazy for tags

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Previously:

The air was beginning to warm as the sun slowly made its ascent into the sky and the two Hashira found the path out of the forest, making their way back.

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Giyuu hadn’t gotten a response to his confession yet. It had been on his mind in the past few days and he’d gotten almost impatient for an answer. He was unsure what kind of response he would get, though, which made him hesitant to approach Obanai. 

But he finally gathered up the courage to ask and was making his way to where he assumed Obanai was, willing his face to appear calm. 

He found Obanai talking to Sanemi, looking embarrassed of some sorts. Kaburamaru’s head was resting on Obanai’s, looking lazily about.

Sanemi took one glance at Giyuu and grinned before pushing Obanai towards him and quickly departing.

“…What was that about?” Giyuu asked, confused.

“Nothing,” Obanai snapped, his hand lifted up to cover his face.

“Are you okay?”

Obanai nodded, letting out a breath before dropping his arm to his side. “What do you want?” he asked, adjusting his mask.

“What I said on the mission,” Giyuu mumbled. “You never responded.”

“Oh.” Obanai blinked, looking down. “Right.”

Giyuu watched him carefully, his confusion rising as the silence droned on. 

Obanai sighed. “Fine.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll give you a response.”

Giyuu cocked his head to the side curiously. He couldn’t tell where this was going; which was unnerving since Obanai was usually more open with his irritation towards Giyuu.

Obanai looked back up, retreaving a roll of bandages from who knows where. He ripped off a piece, stepping forward and tiptoeing, he pressed it against Giyuu’s eyes like a blindfold.

Giyuu stumbled back. “Iguro..?” he asked, reaching up to untie the blindfold.

“Shut up. Don’t take it off until I say so,” Obanai ordered.

“…Okay,” Giyuu assented, dropping his arms back to his side. “Why?”

“Why are you so fucking curious,” Obanai snapped.

There was the sound of rustling fabric and Giyuu noticed that Obanai was approaching him again. He stood, awkwardly, unable to see anything, evaluating the situation through sound only. Was this how Gyomei felt?

“Don’t move and close your mouth,” Obanai murmured, placing a hand on Giyuu’s shoulder and pulling him down slightly.

Giyuu nodded, feeling uncomfortable in this slightly bent-down position, unsure if he should tear off the blindfold and run away.

But then he felt lips against his own and he sucked in his breath, his mouth fitting against the rough-feeling of Obanai’s. And then Obanai pulled away, leaving Giyuu in a state of shock. 

There was the rustling sound again—Obanai putting his bandages back on, most likely—and then, “You… can take it off now.”

Giyuu nodded quickly, standing back up and tugging off bandages, letting it fall to his shoulders. He blinked at the light, waiting for his eyes to adjust before they landed on the flushed Obanai in front of him, his back turned towards Giyuu.

“I…” Giyuu said, his voice leaving him. What was he even supposed to say?!

Obanai turned back to him slightly, his cheeks so visibly red despite being half-covered by his bandages. “What?!” he demanded, sounding almost angry.

“Do… you…?” The question trailed away and Giyuu bit his lip. He cleared his throat, trying again. “Do you like… me?”

Obanai turned away, staying silent. And then he nodded. The motion was small, barely visible, really, but it meant… everything. 

“You do?!” Giyuu exclaimed, much louder than intended.

“Are you an idiot?! I don’t just fucking kiss anyone!” Obanai snapped, turning back to him. His face was contorted in some embarrassed fury, making him look like an angry chipmunk.

Giyuu almost laughed at it, a smile quirking upon his lips.

“What the fuck are you smiling for?!” Obanai shouted. Kaburamaru shook his head, exasperated.

“You’re… cute,” Giyuu murmured.

“Oh, FUCK OFF!!” Obanai whined, turning and stomping away.

“I’ll see you later?” Giyuu called after him, his voice lilting in a question.

“LATER,” Obanai agreed as he walked away, burying his face in his hands as he went.

Giyuu smiled to himself. 

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lmfao lame ending but i got bored of this 💀