EXQUISITE [SANEMI]

↝The Sweetest Scars༉

Exquisite!!
03

𐙚𓆩♡𓆪°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Samayo's eyes widened in wonder as Obanai led her to the vibrant festival grounds. The dark sky was ablaze with a kaleidoscope of colors, the twinkling lights mesmerizing her. She felt as though she'd entered a dream world, unsure if it was day or night. Her gaze danced across the spectacle, drinking in the magic. Obanai watched her, his eyes aglow with a warm, brotherly affection. He, who had once despised demons, had grown to care for Samayo like a little sister. His heart swelled with a protective instinct, his every thought consumed by her well-being. He knew her mind was a jumble of worries, her brother's safety paramount. But in this moment, he vowed to be her rock, her confidant. The air was electric with excitement, their bond shining brighter than the festival lights.

So he thought it was his duty to accompany her during the seven days. The four of them were together like siblings. He knew Kyojuro is strong, maybe stronger than him. If his father had taught him all the forms of flame breathing, then Kyojuro would have already became a demon slayer, or maybe another hashira.

He liked all the three Rengoku siblings for their kind and warm nature, but he had developed a strong bond with the female Rengoku surprisingly. He considers her as his own family, a long lost sister. Only Samayo held the secret behind the serpent breather's enigmatic white bandage, a secret revealed by chance. Obanai, ever the cautious and reserved one, guarded his mouth with the cloth, never daring to uncover it, even to eat.

But fate conspired against him one day, as Samayo burst into his chambers, catching him off guard. For a fleeting moment, their eyes locked, and Obanai's mind froze. He was exposed, vulnerable. Panic set in as he frantically searched for the bandage, stumbling about the room in a desperate bid to conceal his mouth once more. Curses whispered under his breath as the cloth eluded him. But then, a gentle hand grasped his shoulder, halting his frantic search. Samayo's touch electrified him, her presence calming the storm within. Obanai's heart raced as he slowly turned to face her, the air thick with tension, their eyes locked in a silent understanding.

Samayo's gentle hand reached out to pat his arm, her touch sending a spark of electricity through his body. She turned him to face her, her palm cradling his face with tender care, her fingers tracing the curves of his cheeks. Obanai's face flushed with a soft warmth as he unconsciously leaned into her touch, his eyes locking onto hers with a deepening connection. Her glowing red eyes, once a symbol of fear and uncertainty, now shone with a warm light, a beacon of acceptance and affection.

"Your face is beautiful, it makes you even more handsome!" she whispered, her voice a gentle breeze that rustled his soul. Obanai's doubts and fears lingered, "Don't you feel disgusted?" he asked, his voice barely audible. But Samayo's response was a firm and resolute "No! Why should I?" Her words were a balm to his soul, soothing his wounds and calming his fears. Before he could respond, she enveloped him in a warm embrace, her arms wrapping around his back, her fingers tangling in his long black hair.