This story is in dire need of a rewrite. Much like my other kny stories - this story will have some changes such as y/n having they/them pronouns (this story will now be gender neutral.) and some characters in y/n's life being characters from kny since I won't remember the sister's nor friends' names HAHA.
Obanai would say he was a very simple man. He'd wake up, go to school on the days of the week where he felt he actually had the strength to, then - at around five in the afternoon - he'd head to work at his ridiculously fancy restaurant. (A restaurant that, in his opinion, was too fancy in contrast to how cheap the meals were.)
He wouldn't say he had any interesting hobbies nor interests, probably the only notable one being his sketching. He liked it that way.
Sure, anyone would like the humble life of having a dream job with a comfortable paycheck, but he was pretty well off. And in the big city of Tokyo (a place that was a lot harder to get by in than many often admitted) he was happy in his small apartment with his father.
His life had become a repetitive routine. Wake up, school, work, come home, repeat. Only was it on weekend where he'd have the honors (more like bad luck) to get invited out to eat with his friends.
Currently, it was just one of those times.
"Come on, loosen up!" The boisterous voice of Uzui laughed out - thundering over the chatter of the public as he had single-handedly made them stick out like a sore thumb. Eyes turned and glared at the group for the loud male, to which Uzui gave no more than a glance to. "It's your day off and you're all stiff. Relax."
Obanai scoffed, reaching up to adjust his mask over his nose again. "It's hard to relax with people like you."
Beside him, Sanemi chuckled and nodded his head - his eyes not once detaching from the messages on his phone. "You said it."
"You two are so mean." Rengoku pouted, appearing behind the two. Mindlessly, he reached out to grab Obanai's shoulders, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs as they continued to walk towards their usual hangout spot.
Pushing the two glass doors open, Uzui walked into the coffee shop with a boisterous cheer, greeting the young boy behind the counter - who they had grown to learn was named Muichiro, and would often be joined by his twin; Yuichiro.
Muichiro smiled and waved at the man, having long grown used to his antics and mannerisms. "The usual?" He asked, tapping on the screen of the tablet his work provided.
Once placing their meals, the men turned and walked off to pick a table - eventually settling on one near a window. The usual chatter flowed as comfortable conversation picked up within the four men - laughing and stories being shared.
Sanemi took a sip of his drink, chuckling at some stupid story Rengoku had just finished before turning to Obanai beside him, quirking a brow with a smirk pulling on his lips. "Oh, by the way, I wanted to ask; what the hell was up with you this week?"
"What do you mean?" He quickly replied, playing with a napkin he had stolen from Rengoku.
"You know -" Sanemi motioned over with his hands. (As if Obanai could magically understand what he meant by that.) "forgetting where you job was, hugging Mitsuri, getting all this confidence. Where'd that come from?"
Uzui hummed and nodded his head, crossing his ridiculously large arms over his equally as ridiculously large chest - Obanai wondered just how a human could have that much muscle and not take steroids. "Don't tell me! I know what happened!" He cheered, watching as the three men turned to him and curiously tilted in to hear his reasoning.
... "You finally watched my YouTube videos about 'how to be an alpha male'."
"You disgust me." Obanai cringed. The men laughed as Uzui tried to defend himself and his 'womanizing' tactics. Still, the masked man shook his head. "Honestly; I don't really know what you guys are talking about when you bring this up. I mean - Mitsuri had approached me at work about sewing her skirt."
"Sewing?" Sanemi pulled a perplexed expression. "Since when could you sew?"
"Exactly!"
Rengoku hummed and brought a hand up to stroke his chin in thought. "And you don't remember anything about what we told you?"
Obanai shook his head. "Nothing at all."
"Weird."
Sanemi sighed and shook his head, running a hand through his wild hair. Due to the warm weather, it was a lot frizzier than usual. "Maybe it's just the stress finally catching up to you - I told you not to ask for too many shifts."
The masked man shrugged. "I gotta earn money one way or another."
"Start an only fan's." Uzui muttered absentmindedly, causing the three to break out into laughter.
"Oh my god, wait why could I see those snake lovers actually subscribing to you." Sanemi stifled his laugh behind his hand.
Hitting his shoulder roughly, Obanai scoffed. "You're just as bad as Uzui!"
With the laughter dying back down, Rengoku spoke up again. "I'm still interested in what you said though, Obanai."
"About what?"
"About not being able to remember anything. I mean - if anything, I'm sure you would have the hug with Mitsuri permanently burned into your memory."
Sanemi nodded. "Yeah, did you like - almost piss your pants the first time she talked to you? How could you forget a hug?"
The boy in question sighed. "You three make me want to murder someone. Yeah, I don't remember. I don't remember anything from Monday, Wednesday nor Friday."
"Okay now that's weird." Sanemi huffed, scooping some strawberry cake into his mouth.
Obanai rolled his eyes before turning back to the flaming blonde across the table from him. "I have also been having some really weird dreams. Like, on those days I've been dreaming about living someone else's life."
"Hm..."
Wine colored eyes snapped away from the window and towards the short man, excitement swimming in his eyes as Uzui gasped. "And if it's like - a past life?"
"A past... life?" Obanai deadpanned, Sanemi making a weird noise between a sigh and a groan.
"That's the stupidest thing I've heard you say. And that's impressive."
He glared at the two, but continued with his theory. "It's serious! People sometimes get strong memories of their past lives when they're asleep! It's a very real phenomenon!"
"Yeah, yeah." Sanemi rolled his eyes. Turning to Obanai, he scoffed. "Don't listen to this idiot-"
"Oi!"
"- I'm telling you. Cut down on the shifts. It's getting to your brain." He grinned, raising two fingers to push the forehead of the ravenette.
Obanai sighed, rubbing the now sore skin on his head. "Yeah - you're right. It has been really hectic lately. I'll call my boss tomorrow and ask for a cut."
"Good. Now let me finish my cake in fucking peace." The three men nodded in mutual agreement, savoring their treats.
On the contrary, Uzui sat dumbfounded. "Hey! We are not just going to brush aside the fact you called me an idiot!"
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