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

Chapter 72 - Let Me Go

The Next Morning

The group gathered in Mitsuri and Obanai suite. The tension hanging heavy in the air. Though Kanae and Sanemi had returned late the previous night, the warm glow of their evening and the joy of the proposal now felt distant—overshadowed by the cold weight of reality.

Sanemi sat silently by the window, his gaze distant as he watched the garden covered in a blanket of snow. He leaned against the frame, the faint hum of life outside doing nothing to quell the storm inside him. Part of him felt relief—his family's years of turmoil had ended. But another part, raw and aching, couldn't accept the finality of his father's death.

Kanae moved closer, her footsteps soft against the floor. She studied him carefully, her eyes searching for something in his expression. But what she found there was nothing—just a void of silence and stillness.

"Sanemi..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. He turned to her slowly, as if breaking free from chains that kept him rooted in his thoughts.

His lips curved into a faint, genuine smile, though it did little to mask the hollowness in his eyes. "I'm okay," he said, his voice steady but tinged with something broken. "I just... need time to process."

Kanae nodded, though the quiet between them seemed louder than ever. She didn't press him further—what could she say to heal wounds carved so deeply? As she reached out to touch his hand, the room seemed colder, shadows stretching longer as the two sat in a silence that spoke louder than words.

Shinobu and Giyu had called early, sharing the latest updates about the crime at the apartment complex and the mounting evidence pointing to Doma. The manager's death hung over them all like a shadow, and the danger felt closer than ever.

As they discussed their next steps, Mitsuri sat quietly on the couch, her hands folded tightly in her lap. She listened, her gaze fixed on the steaming cup of tea in her hands, her thoughts far from the conversation.

"Mitsuri," Kanae's gentle voice broke through her haze. "Are you okay?"

She looked up, startled, and forced a smile. "Oh, yes, I'm fine. Just... thinking."

Sanemi tilt his head towards Mitsuri. "Thinking about what? How we're all being hunted? Because that's what I'm thinking about."

"Sanemi," Kanae scolded softly, placing a hand on his arm.

"I'm just saying," he muttered. "We need to stop sitting around and actually do something. We can't keep reacting to Doma's moves—we have to get ahead of him."

Obanai nodded in agreement. "Sanemi's right. We can't stay passive. Doma's playing with us, and if we keep waiting, someone else is going to get hurt."

Mitsuri's grip tightened on her cup. The weight of their words pressed heavily on her. If I just gave myself in, maybe... and after a few minutes, she finally spoke.

"Maybe I should go to him," she said suddenly, her voice cutting through the room like a knife.

The room fell silent as Mitsuri's words hung in the air. Everyone's eyes widen in shock.

Obanai's body stiffened, his mismatched eyes narrowing with an intensity that made everyone else in the room shrink back. "What... did you just say?" he asked, his voice low and strained, as if he was barely holding himself together.

Mitsuri, trembling but resolute, met his gaze. "I said maybe... maybe if I go to him, this will stop. Maybe I can end all of this."

Obanai's hands clenched into tight fists at his sides, his jaw tightening. "You can't be serious," he said, his voice rising. "Do you even hear yourself right now?"