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

Chapter 65 - Whatever it takes

Saturday Morning

The soft warmth of the sunrise spilled into the room through the paper shoji doors, casting golden patterns on the tatami floor. Obanai stirred slightly, the sound of bubbling water from the nearby hot springs blending with the early morning birdsong. His mind, still clouded by sleep, registered the faint scent of lavender drifting through the air.

He shifted lazily, his eyes fluttering open just enough to see Mitsuri. She was across the room, adjusting the waist ribbon of her crisp white kitchen uniform, her back to him. The delicate pink and green hues of her hair glowed in the soft morning light. She moved with quiet grace, clearly trying not to disturb him.

Obanai's eyelids grew heavy again, his body unwilling to shake off the pull of sleep. He drifted off, his last conscious thought filled with the image of her serene figure.

Mitsuri turned, noticing the faint rise and fall of his chest. Her lips curved into a gentle smile. Finished with her uniform, she padded over to his futon, kneeling beside him. Her eyes softened at the sight of his relaxed expression.

Biting her lip playfully, she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. His warmth lingered on hers, and her mischievous side sparked. Mitsuri glanced around the room to ensure no one was nearby before leaning in again, her lips brushing his in a cute kitty lick.

Still, he didn't stir.

Her eyes darted to his loosely tied yukata, the fabric slipping open to reveal his chest. Her cheeks flushed, but a giggle escaped her as she leaned closer. With a mix of affection and teasing, she placed her lips against his skin, leaving a deep red mark just above his heart.

"There," she whispered, satisfied with her handiwork. "Now you'll have to think of me."

With a final glance, Mitsuri rose to her feet and tiptoed out of the room, her heart racing as she headed to the kitchen to help her parents prepare breakfast for the guests.
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Four Hours Later

The warm sunlight beamed directly onto Obanai's face, pulling him from the depths of sleep. He groaned softly, shielding his eyes with one hand as he turned over, instinctively reaching for the space beside him.

Empty.

The lingering scent of Mitsuri tickled his senses, and he opened his eyes fully, propping himself up on one elbow. His yukata hung loosely around his chest as he stretched, blinking at the rays streaming through the shoji doors.

His phone buzzed on the small table beside him. Reaching for it, he noticed a message waiting from Mitsuri.

Mitsuri:
Good morning, Obi! I wish I could stay all day with you in bed, but I'll be helping my parents with breakfast and lunch for the guests at the springs today! I won't be free until 6 PM tonight! I'm sorry! Let's definitely do something fun tonight! Love, Mits.

Obanai smiled faintly, her cheerful tone evident even in text form. He rubbed a hand over his chest, pausing when his fingers brushed something tender.

Sitting up, he turned to the mirror near the corner of the room. That's when he saw it—a dark red mark, unmistakable in its placement. His brows furrowed before realization dawned, and his cheeks flushed a faint pink.

"Mitsuri..." he muttered, shaking his head, though a small chuckle escaped his lips.
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Later That Morning

The outdoor hot springs glistened under the late morning sun, steam curling lazily into the crisp air. Obanai walked along the stone path leading toward the main building, where Sanemi was already lounging near one of the smaller baths.