Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] I like you as you are | {SaneOba}

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I just- i’m sorry

I love them sfm. I’m going to steal them and run far away 

Tags: @-Mithi-

Sanemi’s arms wrapped comfortingly around his boyfriend, nuzzling his face into the black locks of Obanai’s hair. 

It was around midmorning and both had finally had some time off from training and patrols and missions. Though both Hashira were quite exhausted they figured that they would just cuddle for a bit, considering that didn’t take up much energy in the first place.

Obanai had actually been the one to suggest this, longing to be in the arms of his boyfriend again. It had been some long and tiring days recently and he was craving for some affection—feeling as though he couldn’t stand being away any longer.

But now as he sat in Sanemi’s lap, his head nestled comfortingly into his chest, he started to realize how attached he was to him.

This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing in general, only it became bad when you decided to take your career as a demon slayer. Then it became a bad thing. 

Not really because of who it was, more so of what you, or they, worked as.

Being a demon slayer came with its costs, of course, especially as a Hashira.

Hashira were targeted a lot more by the demons, especially since they were the best to take down as they left the Demon Slayer Corps in a vulnerable place.

And both Sanemi and Obanai were Hashira.

If Sanemi were to die, Obanai felt that he wouldn’t be able to stand it.

He had just found someone to love—who loved him—and yet death was always around the corner.

Of course.

Obanai blinked and moved in his place on Sanemi’s lap, looking up at his boyfriend with a curious gaze. “Sanemi?” he said, sitting up.

“Hm?” Sanemi glanced at him, raising an eyebrow at the question. 

“Am I too clingy?” 

It was a genuine question. Obanai felt the answer would be yes because it was quite obvious, really, so when Sanemi said, “No, why?” he was surprised. 

“I’m not?” 

“No. Unless you want to be,” Sanemi said, laughing. 

Obanai looked down, staring at his hands. Was he really not? Or was this just Sanemi being nice? It wasn’t like, since they started dating, Sanemi hadn’t been different. He’d definitely been a lot less arrogant—at least to Obanai—and also a lot more touchy and affectionate. So maybe he was just lying about this, maybe he just wanted to make sure Obanai didn’t feel bad? Or maybe he just didn’t want people to see him in a bad light? 

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Sanemi said, lifting the smaller Hashira’s chin up to face him. He brushed his thumb against Obanai’s cheek, making him realizing he was crying.

“I… It’s nothing,” Obanai mumbled, feeling his cheeks flush in embarrassment. Fuck why was he crying?! Pathetic…

“It wouldn’t be nothing if you were crying,” Sanemi argued, leaning down to kiss his nose. 

“It’s just… I… I don’t…” Obanai tried, stumbling over his words. He couldn’t fucking speak like this. 

His hands slipped over his face, not wanting his boyfriend to see him in such a state. But Sanemi would have none of that and moved his hands away. 

“Tell me, Iguro,” he said, more of a command than a suggestion.

“I’m… bad,” Obanai whispered, unsure how to explain.

Sanemi laughed, definitely not the expected reaction he’d thought he’d get. “You’re bad? Is that what you’re worrying about? You’re far from that, Obanai, so stop stressing it,” he said, shaking his head in the absurdity of it.

“No!” Obanai said, his face red. God why did he have to be so bad at explaning. “I meant, like…” 

“Like what??” Sanemi prompted when he didn’t continue. 

“Clingy?” he tried, cringing at the word. “Posessive? I don’t know, Sanemi. I don’t know. I just… Do you hate it? Hate me?” He honestly didn’t know how he’d managed to date Sanemi in the first place… They were so different and Obanai wasn’t really the first option for somebody to pick as a boyfriend. (😇i’m lesbian but i’d pick iguro first /hj)

“The hell did you get that assumption from?” Sanemi said incredulously, sighing. “I wouldn’t hate you. I don’t. And your so called ‘clinginess’ is cute.”

Obanai’s cheeks flushed once more—somehow—and he hid behind his hands again. “I’m not cute!” he insisted. That was… not the word he’d usually take as a compliment but he supposed he would. It wasn’t like Sanemi gave compliments usually anyways. He was more physical, probably.

“Suree,” Sanemi teased, laughing at the Hashira’s reaction. “Anyways, I swear. You better not think shit like that anymore. It’s stupid and all just lies stacked on top of lies.”

“But I don’t even look go-” Obanai protested, being cut off by Sanemi who coughed loudly in interruption.

“Don’t finish that sentence. It’s another lie.” Sanemi’s eyes narrowed and he wrapped his arms tighter around Obanai. “No more lies for today.”

Obanai grumbled. “It’s not a lie!” he said. 

“Nuh uh! I said you can’t lie! That’s another lie!” Sanemi said. He rested his head on Obanai’s and said quietly, “Stop questioning my taste in people. I already do that enough for the both of us.”

Obanai huffed. “So you’re saying I’m weird?”

“I’m saying I’m gay,” Sanemi said lifting his head to glare at him. “I said you aren’t allowed to lie.”

Deciding that arguing would do nothing, Obanai consented with burying his head in Sanemi’s embrace and closing his eyes. 

Sanemi stroked his boyfriend’s head, humming to himself as he did so. Hopefully this would bring him to sleep now. Obanai needed lots of rest if he was thinking shit about himself again.

As he drifted off to sleep, Obanai swore he heard Sanemi say something.

“I like you as you are, Iguro. Don’t change yourself. You’re already perfect.”

He smiled to himself, nuzzling closer to Sanemi as he let himself fall into a dreamless sleep.

{Word count: 991}

it’s… a bit short

and Sanemi’s not this affectionate

but we’ll roll w/ it

i feel bad for not posting much recently

I HAVE ONE MORE WEEK OF SCHOOL BEFORE WINTER BREAK I SWEAR I’LL WRITE AS MUCH AS I CAN THEN. 😭

(my wifi is shit bc it’s raining real hard so my hw is becoming unbearable to deal w/)