"What the hell just happened?!" you exclaimed, realizing how cramped the space was. Obanai was pressed against you in the tiny compartment, his breath brushing against your ear.
"We just got tricked by a demon, thanks to you," he groaned, shifting uncomfortably.
"Excuse me? How is this my fault?" you retorted, glaring at him.
"If you weren't such an idiot and listened to me for once-"
"Oh, shut up!" you growled, trying to push against the door but it wouldn't budge.
Your frustration grew when you remembered you'd left your Nichirin blade outside and Obanai had dropped his.
"Well, this is great," you muttered. "We're stuck."
Obanai scoffed. "Brilliant deduction, genius. Truly worthy of someone who wants to be a Hashira."
You gritted your teeth. "Why do you hate me so much?"
When he didn't answer, you fumed silently. Minutes passed in tense silence, and the cramped space started to get to you. Your heart raced as claustrophobia crept in. You squirmed slightly, trying to adjust, but accidentally brushed against Obanai in an... unfortunate place.
Obanai tensed immediately. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he hissed, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head.
"I-I'm sorry! I was just trying to move! I'm claustrophobic, okay?" you stammered, heat rushing to your face as you realized where your hand had been.
He let go of your wrists with a groan. "Just... watch where you're touching," he muttered.
You could feel the tension in the air as silence fell again. The embarrassment burned through you, and you could only imagine how flustered Obanai felt too.
"I'm sorry, Iguro-san... I didn't mean to," you said softly.
Obanai didn't respond right away. When he finally spoke, his voice was low. "You're driving me insane..."
Your breath hitched as you realized he was closer now, his arms braced on either side of you. Even in the darkness, you could feel his intense gaze on you.
"Iguro-san...?" you whispered shakily.
He didn't reply, his mind going wild with unwanted thoughts. Ever since you'd joined the Corps, you'd thrown his world off balance. He thought he knew his feelings. He thought he loved Mitsuri but you, you made his heart race like crazy.
"Just... don't move," he muttered, trying to mask the turmoil inside him. "I sense something outside."
At that moment, the cupboard doors flew open, and light flooded in. A figure stood there, white hair gleaming. Before you could fully register who it was, you reacted on instinct and punched them.
"OW! What the hell?!"
Your eyes widened in horror. "Sanemi?! What are you doing here?!"
Sanemi staggered back, rubbing his jaw. "what am I doing here? What were you two doing locked in a cupboard?"
Your face turned bright red as Obanai quickly stepped away from you.
"NOTHING! We weren't doing anything!" Obanai snapped, flustered.
Sanemi's smirk widened. "Really? 'Cause it sure didn't look that way."
"Shut up and let's focus on killing the damn demon," Obanai growled, storming off to retrieve his sword.
You turned to Sanemi, still embarrassed. "Why are you even here?"
"Your crow came flying to my estate, screeching about you two being in trouble," Sanemi replied, his grin smug. "Though, clearly, it got the wrong idea."
Obanai glared at him, his voice threatening. "I told you nothing happened."
"Sure, sure," Sanemi said, waving him off.
Sanemi smirked, his usual cocky demeanor settling back into place. "Well, now that I'm here, let's actually find the demon causing trouble."
You stepped out of the cupboard, still flustered but trying to shake it off. Gripping your Nichirin sword tightly, you exchanged a glance with Obanai, who seemed to have shifted back to his serious self. Kaburamaru hissed, his head turning sharply toward the end of the hallway.
"There," Obanai muttered, his tone dark. "Two presences. They're moving."
You nodded, quickly activating your stance. The faint glow of your Nichirin sword reflected in the dim corridor as you prepared yourself. Sanemi cracked his neck, already eager for the fight. "this is gonna be fun"
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Fanfiction[ON HOLD] "You're reckless," Obanai muttered, his tone colder than usual. "Do you even think before you swing your blade? If I hadn't been here, you'd be dead." "I wasn't reckless!" you shot back, frustrated. "I handled myself just fine. Or did you...
