𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑀𝑒 [ ObaMitsu fanfic/ R-(MA)] Kimetsu No Yaiba

Chapter 3 - Whispers Of Lost Souls

Chapter song - Evanescence - "Taking Over Me"

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Chemistry

Like many other classes, the professor dismissed all the students after introductions and going through the syllabus. After receiving a text from Rengoku with his location, Iguro closed his phone, grabbed his belongings, and headed out of the classroom. However, a young woman with long black hair flowing down to her lower back, dressed in a white turtleneck knit sweater tucked into a denim skirt, black pantyhose, black boots, and carrying a black purse, stopped him midway. She handed him an invitation to her birthday party later that week. The woman was none other than his cousin, Misaki Iguro.

The two hadn't spoken in years, and they often passed each other without acknowledgment. They were the only two left from the Iguro family, but she still didn't fully accept him as her blood relative—not after what happened, after what he had done. Yet, deep down, she kept him close, as he was the only family she had left.

Without saying a word, Iguro looked at her, then down at the invitation. He quickly read it, handed it back, and continued walking.

"Hold on, Obanai," she called after him. "I'm inviting everyone, okay? Even Rengoku and Sanemi are going. So just come. We don't even have to talk," she said, offering him the invitation again. "By the way, do you know where Rengoku went? I need to give him his invitation in person," she added, though her true intention was just to see him.

"I'm actually meeting him at the café down the—"

"Good, I'll walk with you," she interrupted and walked ahead. Iguro let out a big sigh; just the sight of her annoyed him. He couldn't believe someone as irritating and self-centered was related to him. As they left the building and headed toward the café, a sense of unease settled in Iguro. Chills ran down his spine, and his breathing became shallow as they got closer.

As Mitsuri and Rengoku waited at the café, they chatted about his younger brother, Shinjuro, and his parents. However, Mitsuri's cheerful expression began to change. She felt a heavy weight in her throat, and a chill spread through her body. When the door opened with the sound of a small bell, Rengoku waved at Iguro and Misaki, who had entered behind Mitsuri.

Misaki greeted Mitsuri with a hug before rushing over to embrace Rengoku, making sure to press her chest against his arm. Behind them, Iguro stood frozen, staring at the girl he had seen at the train station earlier. Words failed him as he realized who she was—it was like a dream, she was the woman from his dreams. But how? How could it be her if they had never met?

Mitsuri felt a chill up her back, afraid to turn around and face the man behind her. She looked down, trying to hide her face with her braid, but Rengoku's introduction foiled her plan.

"Iguro, this is my friend Kanroji," Rengoku smiled before being interrupted by Misaki's invitation.

Iguro's eyes remained fixed on the top of Mitsuri's head, waiting for her to meet his gaze. Nervously, Mitsuri slowly turned and locked eyes with him. For a moment, everything went silent. It was as if all the other voices in the café faded away, and it was just the two of them. Without realizing it, Iguro reached out, cupped her cheek, and softly whispered her name. A tear slipped from his left eye. "Mitsuri..."

Mesmerized by his heterochromia eyes, Mitsuri leaned into his touch, tears streaming down her face. "Obanai?" she whispered, his name slipping from her lips without thinking. Her body reacted uncontrollably, filled with warmth and longing as his thumb gently pressed against her lips. She craved more—his lips, his touch, his love. They were lost in each other's gaze, unable to comprehend the intensity of the moment.

Suddenly, Rengoku called out to Mitsuri, snapping her out of the trance. Her heart raced, and it became hard to breathe. Grabbing her belongings, she ran past Iguro in tears and left the café.

Iguro remained frozen, trying to process what had just happened. It felt as though he hadn't been in control of his body, as if another force had taken over, leaving him only to watch. His body had heated up, and his heart ached for her. Wiping away another tear, he sat down, struggling to steady his breathing.

"What did you do to her?" Misaki asked, noticing the single tear that had unknowingly fallen from Iguro's eye. "Why are you crying?"

Rengoku looked at him, puzzled but also slightly annoyed. How could two people who had never met have such tension on the first day, at first glance? Trying to push down his irritation, he handed Iguro a clean napkin. "Bro, you don't look good. You're sweating."

"How do you know Mitsuri?" Misaki pressed.

Iguro ignored his cousin, focusing instead on controlling his breathing while staring at his trembling hands. He couldn't explain what had happened, but one thing was clear in his mind: the woman from his dreams—it was Mitsuri.

Mitsuri's POV

Mitsuri continued running, putting two blocks between herself and the café. Fear and confusion clouded her thoughts. Why had she cried? And why had her body reacted so intensely to a man she had just met? Who was he? Why did it feel like she had lost him? She stopped, holding her head in her hands as she tried to catch her breath.

As she reached the train station, she couldn't stop thinking about him. Scenarios flooded her mind—his lips against her, his beautiful two-colored eyes, his touch trailing down her back, and the way he had said her name in that low, firm voice. She wanted more. More of him, and only him. This feeling—she had been waiting for it for so long. But why with him? Who was he? And why did it feel like they were already connected?

She couldn't shake the thought that he was the man she had been dreaming about for years. She tried to piece it all together, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't clearly picture the man's face from her dreams. All she could recall was a figure with shoulder-length hair and a black-and-white haori. As she boarded the train, she stood in front of the closing door and covered her mouth to muffle the heavy sobs that escaped her. "Why do I love you so much?" she thought.

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Arriving home, Mitsuri collapsed onto her sectional couch, staring blankly at the carpeted floor. All she could think about was Iguro's face. She had only just met him, yet he had appeared in her dreams countless times, whispering "I love you" over and over every night. Her eyes drifted to a note on the coffee table that read, "Don't wait up for me."

Mitsuri was in a six-year relationship with a pharmacist who didn't treat her well, but since she had left home, she had nowhere else to go. He had never proposed or even mentioned starting a family. She felt trapped, unable to live the life she truly wanted. But deep down, she felt guilty for desiring a man who wasn't her boyfriend.

After a few minutes, her phone buzzed—it was a call from Misaki.

"Hey, girl, everything okay?" Misaki asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just got a text from my boyfriend and it startled me, that's all. Sorry for leaving the way I did," Mitsuri lied.

"Ugh, you're still with him? Just leave him already, girl. He's not worth it. Anyway, sorry about my cousin—he's a fucking weirdo."

"He's your cousin?! I feel like I've seen him before," Mitsuri said, absentmindedly playing with a piece of paper on the table.

"Doubt it, he's a night owl. But hey, I wanted to invite you to my birthday party this weekend. You think you can make it?"

"Oh, yeah, sure. Should I bring something?"

"Yes! Can you make that fried rice you always make?"

"Uh, yeah, sure!"

The conversation shifted to party details and outfit ideas. Mitsuri felt a spark of excitement—it had been a long time since she'd gone to a party without her boyfriend spoiling the fun. This time, it was a friend's party, and she knew he wouldn't be there.