Demon slayer Oneshots

☁️ Pink or green? [Obamistu]

"Sanemi, which pair should I buy for Misturi?"

A man, wearing a particularly unique uniform among an unrecognizable organization of people trained to protect the population from man eating horror, was puzzled by finding the perfect gift for a particularly bashful and quirky woman.

The other slayer, hair that was white and spiked, stared at the pair of socks Obanai had shown from his pickings of his opinion from Mitsuri's eyes. Just like her, he couldn't choose. Maybe the help of a friend may influence the decision.

Sanemi, also puzzled, stared at the two pairs of socks that seemed too similar to decide. One shade of grey, the other just slightly darker. With a puzzled look, he looked back up at Obanai.

"Look, I don't know why you dragged me along with your weird obsession with the other hashira, but I'm not getting involved,"

Sanemi responded, raising his hands with surrender. He didn't feel like getting into the mess of hidden feelings to scarce to be shed.

"It's- it's not that hard! I'm half blind, you choose,"

Sanemi crossed his arms.

"If it isn't that hard, then why are you making me choose?"

The other said in response as his brow muscle arched. The past pain now left on his skin moved with his face muscle, casting expression of irritation.

"Because I don't want to choose wrong! If it is, then it won't be my fault,"

The shorter gave his reason, steaming from his noticeable irritation. The fabric is gripped from annoyance of the inability to choose between two minds. Sanemi looked down at the grey blurs once more, letting out a shudder breath with silent curses. If he just chose randomly, maybe they could leave. His hand balled unto a fist with a finger out, pointing to the slightly lighter grey.

"This one. Do this one,"

Obanai looked down, yet he didn't see it the same light grey Sanmei did.

"Okay. Yeah, that can work.."

Obanai murmured as he placed the darker grey aside back to the venue table.

"These ones I'll give to Kanroji,"

He said with a look of determination. The blurring images in his mind of how Mitsuri would react to seeing the lighter grey socks Sanemi had chosen - though she won't know Sanemi was involved.

"Great. Let's go. I don't like being with all these pests,"

The taller grumbled like an annoyed husband, being dragged along by a nagging wife who was too indecisive, resulting in greater time being wasted at the market venue.

Obanai didn't respond, simply following behind Sanemi as his two differently color coded eyes never left Sanemi's back. Occasionally, his eyes went back and forth with the boring white of Sanemi's back and the lighter grey of the socks.

Would the lighter grey socks be enjoyed by the kind and sweet Mitsuri? What if she didn't like the lighter grey socks? What if they didn't fit? What if the serpent hashira bought them to only chicken himself out from showing any sign of affection through actions? Sanemi sure would be irritated for uselessly being dragged around town for simply nothing. In return of a waste of time for his buddy to make zero improvement with a girl he liked. But.. what if she did like the lighter grey socks? When if they fit perfectly? What if? There were too many to choose from that Obanai's mind smoked from the negative and positive what ifs. His cheeks may or may not have embarressly turned a rosy read from the processing of thoughts.

"What? What? For me? Really?!"

A woman, a voice so squeaky and hair so unique, blushed a pretty pink hue, hidden by her hands covering her surprise. The man, Obanai, had stuck up the currage to hand Mitsuri with the lighter grey socks.

His tomato face looked the other way with a heavy sleeve covering it, a simple bob of his head to let sweet kanroji know that they were infact, hers.

"Oh my goodness!"

She said, the gentle touch of her fingertips touched the warm, sweaty skin of his hand for a mere half a second while her interest was in the lighter grey socks.

"They are so cute!!"

She explained with excitement. Though her face fell with a haunting thought, the fabric was held by her beating chest of fluttering emotion.

"What.. what if I ruin them in battle? I'd want to treasure your gift forever!"

She said, her eyes matching the socks staring worried at Obanai, who stuck up the courage to look back at her.

"Don't worry about it.. I'll buy you new ones,"

He answered on a gentle voice only made for the tender woman next to him.

"Iguro-san, you're so sweet!"

She squealed with excitement as she shook with pure womanly excitement. A large smile only she seemed to make in the Corps.

"It's.. it's no problem,"

He answered. The white cover of bandage on the horror of his mouth, which brought him here, to this very moment, hid a happy smile for making the only happy hashira smile so brightly. Even if it was so easy, it felt special.

Her beautiful green eyes he adored so much will forever be matched with his adoring gift of thought and time. He hoped the light grey socks would forever match the sparkle of her sparkling eyes.