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

Chapter 28 - Loving You Hurts

Chapter Song: GOT7 - "If You Do" & Emeli Sande - "Hurt"

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Obanai slipped quietly into his apartment around 2 AM, the door creaking softly as he entered. The dim light from the streetlamp outside barely illuminated the living room. As he entered his room, his gaze quickly fell on his bed. There, nestled among the blankets, was Mitsuri, peacefully sleeping, clutching his pillow as if it were the only piece of him she had left. A small, bittersweet smile tugged at his lips. He walked over to her, brushing her hair away from her face, his fingers gently tracing her cheek. His heart ached at how much he missed her—how much the distance between them was slowly consuming him.

His eyes then caught a small gift bag on the coffee table with the words "Happy Birthday" written on it. He walked towards it, reading the tag: To Obanai, Love Mitsuri. Tempted to open it, he stopped himself, deciding to wait until she gave it to him in person. Sighing softly, he left the room, closing the door quietly behind him as he headed to the kitchen. To his surprise, Rengoku was standing there, arms crossed, leaning against his bedroom doorframe.

"We need to talk," Rengoku said, his tone low but sharp.

Obanai's eyes narrowed, irritation rising. He was in no mood for this—not after a long day, and certainly not with the crushing weight of exhaustion he'd been carrying for weeks. "About what?" he muttered, brushing past him and opening the fridge, trying to ignore Rengoku's looming presence.

"Why didn't you told Kanroji about your family?"

Obanai froze for a second before continuing to rummage through the fridge. "How is that any of your business?"

"It's my business when she's crying at our doorstep!" Rengoku's voice was firm, standing his ground.

Obanai's annoyance flared, not because Mitsuri had confided in Rengoku, but because what he feared about him was becoming true. "Tell me, Kyojuro, do you have feelings for her?" Obanai's tone was cold, his anger beginning to simmer as he turned to face him.

Rengoku didn't flinch. He met Obanai's gaze head-on, his expression unyielding. "And if I do? You're not taking care of her. You let Misaki treat you like that for something that was never your fault. I thought you had moved on, Obanai. I thought you knew by now that you were never to blame."

Obanai's expression darkened, his fists clenched. "Whatever man" he spat, his voice laced with venom as he began to walk away. But before he could, Rengoku grabbed him, slamming him against the wall. "I'm not done"

Obanai moved in a blur, his hand snatching Rengoku's arm and twisting it violently behind his back. He shoved Rengoku against the wall with a loud thud, pressing his forearm across his shoulders to keep him pinned. "And im not in the mood for this," Obanai growled, his voice dripping with venom. His grip tightened as if daring Rengoku to make another move.

But Rengoku, fueled by his own simmering rage, wasn't about to back down. He pushed against the wall, muscles flexing with the effort, and with his free fist, he swung backward with everything he had. His knuckles connected with Obanai's face in a sickening crack. The force of the punch sent Obanai stumbling back, blood immediately trickling from the corner of his lip.

For a moment, Obanai stood there, wiping the blood with the back of his hand. A dark smirk curled on his lips as he eyed Rengoku, his bloodshot eyes gleaming with fury. "Alright then," he hissed, the tension between them reaching its breaking point.

Without hesitation, Rengoku charged, but Obanai was ready. They collided in the center of the room, fists flying in a rapid, vicious exchange. Rengoku aimed a brutal punch at Obanai's ribs, but Obanai ducked, driving his knee into Rengoku's gut. The impact knocked the breath out of him, and Rengoku doubled over, gasping.

Obanai wasted no time, slamming his elbow down onto Rengoku's back, sending him to the ground. But Rengoku, despite the pain, kicked out, sweeping Obanai's legs from under him. Obanai crashed onto the floor, but he quickly rolled back to his feet, ready for more.

The apartment echoed with the sound of their struggle—flesh hitting flesh, grunts of pain and exertion as they grappled and struck at each other with raw, unrestrained fury. Obanai's movements were quick, sharp, like a serpent striking, while Rengoku's strength and endurance kept him on his feet, even when the hits landed hard.

Rengoku threw another punch, aiming for Obanai's head, but Obanai dodged it and caught Rengoku's arm mid-swing, twisting it harshly. With a growl, he pulled Rengoku down, flipping him onto the ground with a hard slam.

"STAY AWAY FROM MITSURI!" Obanai spat, pinning him down with one knee. His breath came in ragged bursts, his voice thick with pent-up frustration.

Rengoku, face twisted in pain, clenched his teeth and used his full strength to shove Obanai off, sending him sprawling onto his back. They both staggered to their feet, glaring at each other, their bodies bruised and breathing heavy, neither willing to give in.

Their rage was palpable, fists still clenched and ready for more, but something had shifted. Both of them stood panting, their faces bruised, blood trickling from cuts and split lips. The intensity of their fight had cracked open the raw emotions beneath it all, but neither man spoke a word, their silence heavy with unresolved pain.

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The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains when Mitsuri stirred awake at 7 AM, the scent of Obanai's cigarette thick in the air. Blinking away the sleep, she spotted him slouched on the couch, shirtless with only the black jeans he wore for work the night before, his body weary covered in bruises, one arm under his head, the other clutching a half-burned cigarette. His legs sprawled, his eyes, dark and hollow, met hers. There was no warmth in them, only a deep emptiness that sent a shiver down her spine.

"What are you doing here, Kanroji?" he asked, his voice cold, distant, as though she were nothing more than a stranger.

Her heart pounded in her chest. This wasn't the Obanai she knew. "I... I came to talk... I missed you," she whispered, her voice fragile, trying to bridge the growing distance between them.

He frowned, his gaze hardening, as memories of last night's confrontation with Rengoku resurfaced. "Well, now's not a good time," he muttered, his words sharp.

"Obanai, please—" Mitsuri's voice wavered, her hands trembling as she got up and took a hesitant step forward.

"I don't want to talk," he interrupted, his tone laced with irritation. He ached for her, but he didn't know how to let her in. Not with all the weight bearing down on him.

Mitsuri felt tears prick at her eyes. "Don't push me away. Please, don't do this again," she begged, her voice breaking.

Obanai's gaze dropped to the floor, the smoke from his cigarette curling around him like a suffocating fog. He was trapped, torn between wanting to let her in and fearing the pain that would come with it. "You don't want this," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

She stepped closer, desperate, her heart shattering with every word. "It wasn't your fault, Obanai. You were so young... you didn't deserve what happened to you." Her voice trembled as she reached out to touch him, but he flinched away.

The silence between them was unbearable.

"I can't anymore," she finally snapped, her voice barely holding together. "I'm a good person, Obanai. I don't deserve this—not from you, not from anyone. If you want to drown in your own misery, fine. But I can't stand here and watch you destroy yourself." Tears streamed down her face. "I know we just started this relationship but... I love you... it feels like we've been together for centuries, everything about us feels right! Like we belong together."

Obanai flinched at her words, his breath hitching, anger flaring up. "Love?" he barked bitterly. "I'm broken, Mitsuri!"

"We're all broken, Obanai!" she cried out, stepping closer, her voice fierce. "But you're good enough! You just don't see it?!" She reached out one last time, but his silence broke her heart. "Fine. keep pushing me away then... we're done!"

Her words shattered something deep inside him, but he couldn't stop her as she ran from the apartment, tears in her eyes. He watched her go, his chest tight with regret, the weight of her final words crushing him.

He had lost her, the one person who had loved him despite everything. And now it was too late.