Random KNY one shots [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Beauty and the Beast | {ObaMitsu}

Theme: Angsty fluff

Note: EVER JUST THE SAMEEEEEE
EVER A SURPRISEEE!! EVER AS BEFORE, EVER JUST AS SURE, AS THE SUN WILL RISEEE ✨

i love the song Tale as Old as TIme tbh (i can't see shit rn nd i mess up writing 'tbh' like 15 times... /srs)

Tags: @Missamericana___ idk...

Obanai sat with his head buried in his hands, his bandages no where to be seen.

Fuck. He'd been careless. And stupid. 

He hadn't slept in several days then he'd gone off one a mission and let the stupid demon cut off his bandages the same day he'd forgotten to bring extra. And he didn't have anywhere to go given that his crow had gotten hurt at one point—not the curtesy of the demon, luckily—so he didn't have any missions and the closest place here was a small shelter that looked like it would fall in at any moment.

Nevertheless, he'd stayed there, desperately needing some sleep. And now he was feeling useless and horrible because if anyone were to come here before his crow came back, they'd see his face.

Horrid. He couldn't imagine what would play out if that were to happen. 

And so he sat there, Kaburamaru sliding across the floor in search for a place that might appear warmer and never finding any.

But then there was a knock at the door and, upon noting it wasn't a demon—and mostly from instinct—he said, "Hm?"

"Uhm... Oh! Iguro-San, you're here? I'm glad... Can I come in?" Mitsuri's voice slipped past the thin barrier the cabin created. 

It was windy and cold outside of this place as well, though it didn't do much but somewhat helped block the wind. And Obanai hated the thought of Mitsuri to be cold, especially when he noted that there was a shiver in her voice as she spoke. 

He lifted his sleeve, letting his haori cover his face, then he opened the door, letting the Hashira in.

"Iguro-San! Hi! I heard you didn't have your crow or anything and so I came here." Mitsuri offered him a sweet smile and he nearly melted right then and there. "Do you not have any bandages?" she asked then, noting how he was covering his face.

He shook his head. "No," he said, his voice muffled by his sleeve. "I... forgot to bring any and the ones I usually wear got, uhm, torn." He sounded so stupid right now.

"Awh... Well! Good news is I got some," Mitsuri said, smiling brightly. "Want me to help you put them on?" she asked.

Obanai hesitated. He would love to have her put them on if it weren't for the fact that he looked like a demon, himself, without the bandages. 

"It's alright if you don't," Mitsuri said, probably noting his hesitation.

But he took it as that she'd misinterpreted it as unwanting her there and he scrambled for a response. "You... can help! Just, uhm, I'll... turn this way and then you don't have to look at my face," he said, saying more than he'd meant to in his nervousness.

"Hm? But your face is pretty," she said, quite cheerfully. Then flushed. 

Obanai's cheeks were a deep shade of pink as he shook his head, flustered. "No, uhm... I'm not pretty," he mumbled. Then, deciding that sounded ungrateful for her compliment, "but thank you. You're the... pretty one, Kanroji," he added quietly. 

The two Hashira sat there for a long moment, their faces brushed with pink in their embarrassment. 

"Iguro-San, I have complete faith that you're beautiful. Nothing could ruin that!" Mitsuri said after another minute of silence.