Laughter filled the room as Y/N and Obanai watched a funny TV show. It was a rare moment of lightness, a respite from the weight of their respective pasts. Y/N couldn't help but feel a growing closeness to him, a connection that transcended the boundaries of their unusual circumstances.
Obanai's laughter was contagious, and it warmed Y/N's heart to see him genuinely enjoy the moment. Amid the laughter, he broached a genuine question that had been on his mind. "How can you afford such nice things?" he asked, curiosity lacing his words.
Y/N hesitated for a moment before answering, her gaze shifting to the floor. "Oh, um, well, my grandparents left me a lot of money in their will," she replied, the weight of their absence evident in her voice.
Obanai's next question cut through the air, carrying a sense of vulnerability. "Doesn't it ever get lonely?"
A melancholic sigh escaped Y/N's lips as she nodded. "Of course it does," she admitted, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Sometimes, I'll just sit on the floor and cry for my grandparents. They left me at a young age, and it hurts."
The room fell into a thoughtful silence, each of them carrying the weight of their own sorrows. But then Y/N reached out, her hand gently touching the mask that covered Obanai's mouth. Her words were filled with kindness and understanding. "And what about you, Obanai? I've heard all about your past and why you cover your mouth. Does it ever hurt?"
Obanai hesitated, his gaze fixed on Y/N's compassionate eyes. "Sometimes, yes," he admitted in a soft voice. "I feel like I'd like to take it off, and then the scars of my past make it hurt."
Y/N's response was unexpected, yet genuine. She encouraged him to take off his mask in front of her, assuring him that he didn't need to be afraid. Her words were like a soothing balm to his wounded soul. "I think your scar is lovely," she said with a kind smile.
Time slipped away, and eventually, the exhaustion of the day caught up with them. Y/N and Obanai fell asleep on the couch, their bodies seeking respite from the emotional intensity of their conversation.
In the quiet of the night, Obanai's mind echoed with Y/N's words. It had been so long since anyone had accepted him, scars and all. Her kindness had touched something deep within him, a longing for connection and understanding that he had buried for far too long.
In the darkness of the early morning hours, Obanai rose from the couch. His snake, Kaburamaru, was left in Y/N's care as he ventured through the house. He couldn't resist the urge to explore, to understand more about this world and the person who had welcomed him into her life.
As he moved through the house, his eyes fell upon a picture of Y/N with her grandparents. The image was covered with a cloth, a sign that their deaths had profoundly affected her. The weight of her grief was palpable, and he couldn't help but wonder about the depths of her pain.
Suddenly, a knock at the door shattered the stillness. Obanai approached cautiously, his instincts on high alert. The woman on the other side claimed to be Y/N's mother, her smile strained and artificial. However, Obanai had heard Y/N's account of her parents abandoning her as a newborn, and he wasn't about to let a stranger disrupt the fragile peace they had found together.
"Don't lie. Y/N told me her parents abandoned her when she was a newborn!" Obanai asserted firmly, slamming the door shut. He returned to the couch, his heart heavy with the knowledge that Y/N's past was a complex web of pain and abandonment, one that he was determined to help her navigate and heal from.
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RomanceY/n l/n was always in and out of reality her favorite anime was demon slayer and her favorite Character obanai Iguro. Y/n had been living by herself since she was very young her parents abandoned her when her moved across the country but y/n was not...
