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

Chapter 60 - When I'm with you

Chapter Song: Jin - "The Astronaut"

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As Hiroshi walked away, Obanai took a deep breath, letting her father's words sink in. He made a quiet promise to himself that he would do everything in his power to protect Mitsuri from anything and anyone. She was the light in his darkness, the queen of his life. No matter what, he would fight for her and make her the happiest woman in the world, and nothing would stop him.

Feeling a mix of determination and relief, he headed back to his room to change. But as he slid open the door, he stopped dead in his tracks.

There, in the middle of the room, were Sanemi and Kanae-both shirtless, caught in an intense makeout session. Sanemi's hands were on Kanae's chest, and Kanae was hiding her face in his shoulder, blushing furiously. The two frozen in sheer panic, eyes wide, as they realized they'd been caught.

Obanai just stood there, expression utterly deadpan. He looked from Sanemi to Kanae, then back to Sanemi. "Really?" he muttered, raising a disappointed eyebrow.

"Uh... didnt you...," Sanemi stammered, pulling a blanket up over himself and Kanae with a guilty look.

Obanai sighed heavily, disappointment practically radiating from him. Without a word, he strolled in, stepped around them, and grabbed his kimono, ignoring the frantic scrambling and blushing happening just a few feet away. As he turned to leave, he slowly slid the door, his gaze fixed on Sanemi with the most disapproving look he could muster. Sanemi, still holding the blanket tightly, gave him a half-hearted shrug, his cheeks flushed.

"Honestly, Sanemi," Obanai said, shaking his head. "Next time, at least put a sign on the door." And with that, he slid the door closed with a final, heavy sigh, wondering how he'd ever explain to Mitsuri that he'd seen Kanae half naked body.

Obanai took a steadying breath, Hiroshi's warning still echoing in his mind as he quietly stepped into the girls' room. His eyes immediately landed on Mitsuri, mid-change, her delicate white lace underwear highlighting her soft curves. His heart skipped, his breath catching as she turned to glance over her shoulder. Her smile- warm, knowing, and impossibly inviting- seemed to dissolve every trace of worry in an instant.

He closed the door gently behind him, the click of the latch impossibly loud in the silence. A faint blush warmed his cheeks as he fought to maintain his composure.

"I guess I'll be using this room until they're done," he muttered, his voice a touch uneven as he moved to the far side of the room, careful to give her space yet unable to keep his eyes from flickering her way.

Mitsuri's smile deepened, a playful glint sparking in her gaze. She adjusted her kimono with grace, letting its sleeves fall open slightly as she turned back to him. "Didn't you see my text? My mom said it's fine for us couples to share rooms... as long as my father doesn't catch us, of course," she teased with a wink.

Obanai let out a low chuckle, his tension easing slightly under her lightheartedness. "Good to know," he said softly. "I just talked to him, actually." His voice wavered, the weight of Hiroshi's warning still fresh in his mind.

Mitsuri stepped closer, her movements unhurried, almost hypnotic. Her kimono shifted as she adjusted it, revealing just enough to make his pulse quicken. "How did it go? I'm sure he wasn't easy on you," she asked, her tone gentle but curious.

"He wasn't," Obanai admitted, meeting her eyes. "He told me if I slip up even once, you'll be back here, and he'll find someone else for you." He tried to laugh, but the gravity of the warning lingered in his voice.

Mitsuri's expression softened as she reached out, her fingers grazing his hand with a feather-light touch. "Obanai," she murmured, her voice steady, "I'm not going anywhere. My father might be protective, but that doesn't change the fact that I've chosen you." Her gaze was unwavering, filled with a tenderness that made his chest ache.