Binded (Obanai x Mitsuri | Obamitsu)

Paranoia

Normal POV
It's been a week since Mitsuri and Tokito arrived home.

'Food doesn't taste the same without him..' normally Mitsuri would have inhale all her food by now. Instead she rests her head on the table, of her favorite restaurant grumbling.

"Thats one depressing aura" spoke an unknown but familiar voice. Mitsuri didn't even bother to see who it was.

"UGHHH" she fully bangs her head on the table.

"I can't eat without him!!" she cries dramatically.

Creek

Made the sound of a chair being pulled out next to her.

"Can't eat without who?" The familiar voice questions. Suddenly pink and green hair flies up. Shock emanated on her face.

"Well?" Iguro asks leaning on his right hand.

"W-wha!" Mitsuri yelps while falling backwards in her chair. She shuts her eyes waiting for impact, but it never came. A soft voice then breaks her readiness,

"You should be more careful" Iguro spoke, while grasping onto the leg of her chair. Still resting his head on his other hand. Seemingly used to Mitsuri's  behavior.

Mitsuri POV
Heat fills my face and I look away.

'This can't get anymore embarrassingg'.

In the corner of my eye I spot a beautiful gold color. Bringing my attention fixated on Iguro's eyes,

"So..pretty" I mumble. The back of iguro's head is then in my vision as he turns away. A moment of silence fills our table.

Cough

Was the only response I got from him...

"Welll how was your mission, Iguro Kun" I said breaking the silence. I watched as his eyes meet mine again.

"It was.. interesting" he looked to be in a train of thought.

"Interesting?" I inquired with a mouth full of rice cakes.

"Yes" he pauses for a second before beginning, "the floor opened up at one point revealing a void of structures" he spoke while eyeing a cup.

His demeanor didn't go unnoticed. Just as I was about to bite into another piece of Mochi I decided to change the subject due to the gravity it held.

"I see, well I'm sure it's nothing!" I spoke optimistically, while clasping my hands together.

"Yeah maybe" he sighs.

Normal POV
For the remainder of their dinner together Mitsuri spoke about cute things while Iguro listened.

It reached 10 pm and an eerie feeling of being watched didn't go unnoticed by Obanai.

"I think it's time we head back" He said while eyeing each corner of the restaurant.

"Aw okayy" Mitsuri said as she kicked off the floor to slide her chair back. Obanai left Yen on the table prior to pushing in his chair.

He scrunched his nose when he felt a icey wind freeze his skin.

'Snow in summer?' Iguro now on edge gripped his Sheath as they walked on the dirt road.  Mitsuri noticing his stress wrapped her arm around his

"W-what's wrong" she asks quietly. Iguro's eyes move from the trees down to where his forearm  feels warmth.

"It's nothing" he reassures. Then trying best to avoid her gaze so she wouldn't see his flushed face.

After a while they arrive at Mitsuri's estate.
Iguro's hand grasps the door before walking her inside.

"I had fun today!!" The love hashira squealed, Following a light smile behind Obanai's bandages before he turns towards the door.

'No.. please don't go' Mitsuri mind pleads, however no words actually come out. Rather her eyes fixate on his movements towards the door.

Tap tap tap

"What are you.." Obanai's eyes widen at the sneaky movements from kanroji. Heat raced to his face as he feels innocent softness squished onto his chest.

"Kanroji.." he looks away heavily blushed.

"Iguro...please stay" Mitsuri mumbled hiding her head into his chest.

Obanai's hand moved on its own and begins an up and down motion on her head, strengthening the hug.

"I'll stay for as long as you need me" Obanai spoke quietly, dropping his head into her neck to hide his embarrassment.

"REALLY?" A pinkette chirped up.

"Of course" smiled Obanai.

They held eachother for a while, talking about little things.

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It was hard to separate from Mitsuri but Obanai had to investigate. He felt off ever since he left the restaurant.

Obanai POV
My shoes silently clanked on bark. With intent to go unnoticed I perch on a tall tree.

'I can see everything up here' I thought mesmerized by the town.

'I should show Mitsuri this spot someday' my mind wanders.

A couple of hours go by and no suspicious activity is present. Until a tall man with White hair who seems to be holding fans walks directly under me.

One of my eyebrow raises up, 'he's got balls', my eyelids lower.

Sigh

My fingertips graze the bark, ready to head down when all of the sudden the ground he stood on no longer host him.

My head whips around and even after an hour of looking, he does not reappear.

In the end, I gave up and headed home

Another sigh escape my lips as I finally rest my body on my futon. On my back I lift my hand towards the ceiling.

"Damn.. that Kanroji, making me fall for you harder" I speak to no one in particular.

'Maybe I should avoid washing this hand to forever have remains of her touch..."I mumble before everything turns black.