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

Chapter 61 - Good Girl

Chapter Song: JAEHYUN - "Unconditional" (during the second half)

CHAPTER IS EXTREMELY LONG!

❗️This chapter contain HEAVY sexual moments❗️

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Finally after a long passionate kiss, the two looked at each others eyes and smiled. The night was getting colder and it was best for them to head back inside, but Mitsuri had one last question on her mind. Hesitating, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve. She looked over at Obanai, her voice soft but curious. "Obanai... can I ask you something?"

He glanced at her, a small smile on his face. "Of course. What is it?"

She bit her lip before continuing, her tone growing even gentler. "If you don't mind me asking, why did you change your last name? From Rengoku... back to Iguro?"

The question hit him harder than she expected. His eyes widened, a flash of unease crossing his face. Mitsuri's heart sank at the sight of his reaction. She hadn't meant to upset him, but now she couldn't help but wonder what lay behind that look in his eyes.

Obanai shifted uncomfortably, his gaze falling to the ground. The silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. Mitsuri reached out, her fingers brushing against his hand.

"Obanai," she said softly, her voice tender. "Please... talk to me."

He finally looked up, his expression filled with worry. "I'm not sure you'd understand," he murmured, his voice low and hesitant. "And... I don't want you to see me this way."

Mitsuri's heart ached at his words, but she kept her voice steady, warm, and reassuring. "Obanai, I want to know everything about you. I want us to be honest with each other. No secrets."

Her sincerity broke through his defenses. He hesitated, then took a deep breath, as though steeling himself for what he was about to say.

"Alright," he began, his voice uneven. "Since the death of my family, I've been... haunted by what happened. I had to go through a lot of therapy as a kid, and for a long time, I didn't have any contact with Misaki. She blamed me for their deaths. And... I guess, in some ways, I blamed myself too."

Mitsuri's fingers tightened gently around his hand, silently encouraging him to continue.

"As we grew older, I still... I still had a soft spot for her. She was my only family left, and I wanted her approval. I wanted to stay close, even though she pushed me away. But at the same time, I couldn't let go of what happened. I became... obsessed. Obsessed with tracking down the men who killed my family, just to seek her approval, and to seek revenge."

Mitsuri's breath caught, but she didn't interrupt, her eyes focused solely on him.

"When we were young, Shinjuro, taught us how to use a gun," Obanai continued, his voice growing darker. "You know, the way fathers sometimes secretly teach their sons. Well, at the time, I didn't think much of it, but... when I found one of the men who was involved, I thought I could do something about it. So I tried to steal Shinjuro's gun from his office room at the house."