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

🌸Remember Me Special # 3 - Espresso 🐍

Chapter Song - Sabrina Carpenter - "Espresso"
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Mitsuri's skipped over as she entered the dance studio, the faint hum of air conditioning filling the space. The gleaming hardwood floor stretched out before her, and the wall of mirrors reflected her energetic smile. She tossed her duffel bag onto a nearby bench and kicked off her shoes, her pink hair catching the overhead lights like a soft halo.

Obanai followed her inside, his dark clothing a stark contrast to her vibrant presence. He looked around  the room briefly before moving to the far corner, where he sat cross-legged against the mirrored wall. His eyes flicked to Mitsuri, who was already bouncing on her toes, her usual energy radiating off her.

"You sure you're okay hanging out here?" she asked, bending down to look through her bag for her dance shoes. "I don't want you to be bored."

"I'll be fine," Obanai said, leaning back against the mirror and pulling out his phone. "You haven't danced in a while, so don't worry about me, just have fun."

Mitsuri grinned, slipping on her shoes and tying them snugly. "Okay! But let me know if the music's too loud. I like it kind of... loud and intense when I practice."

Obanai waved her off, his attention seemingly on his phone, though he could feel the warmth of her presence even from across the room. "Do whatever you want."

Absolutely! Here's the revised version with Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter and a more seductive yet cute dance for Mitsuri:

Satisfied, Mitsuri bounced over to the sound system, scrolling through her playlist until she found the perfect track. The flirty, upbeat tempo of Espresso filled the studio, the playful yet sultry rhythm setting the perfect stage. A mischievous smile curved her lips as she stepped into the center of the room, rolling her shoulders and closing her eyes to sink into the music.

She started slow, a teasing sway of her hips as she ran her hands up her sides, fingers brushing over her waist before extending outward in a graceful arc. Her movements were light, effortless, yet undeniably enticing—like she was dancing purely for her own amusement, yet aware of the eyes on her.

Her pink hair cascaded over her shoulders as she twirled, the strands catching the light like spun sugar. Each step was precise but playful, her hips rolling with the music's pulse, the rhythm dictating the sway of her body. She dipped low, bending her knees just enough to add a flirtatious bounce, her fingertips grazing the floor before she rose again in a seamless motion.

Obanai's phone slipped from his hand, completely forgotten. His golden eyes tracked every movement—entranced, bewitched. The way she moved was hypnotic, a tantalizing mix of innocence and allure. She was both teasing and untouchable, her expression coy yet confident, like she was in on a secret no one else knew.

Mitsuri's hands trailed down her thighs before she popped up onto her toes, spinning effortlessly and landing with a delicate bounce. She shot him a glance through the mirror, her cheeks flushed from exertion, her lips parting slightly as she caught her breath. Obanai felt a sharp pull in his chest, heat creeping up his neck.

She moved closer, the energy in her steps shifting—still playful, but now deliberately enticing. Her hips rocked side to side in perfect sync with the beat, her legs carrying her forward with a grace that felt effortless. She tilted her head back, exposing the soft curve of her throat as her hands slid upward, her body following the motion in a smooth, fluid arch.

Obanai tugged at his collar, his sweater suddenly too warm. He swallowed hard, gripping his pants in a desperate attempt to stay composed. But it was impossible to look away. The way she danced—so natural, so free—it was intoxicating. She wasn't just moving to the music; she was the music.

The beat intensified, and Mitsuri matched it, her body riding the rhythm with an energy so magnetic it sent sparks through the air. She twirled, flipping her hair as she shot him another glance, this time a little bolder, a little more knowing.

His pulse pounded in his ears.

The song built to its climax, and Mitsuri leaped into a flawless spin, landing with her arms outstretched and chest heaving as the final note faded into silence. She held the pose for a moment before turning to face him, her bright green eyes shimmering with exhilaration.

Then, with an almost shy smile, she asked, "So... what do you think?"

Obanai exhaled, realizing only then that he'd been holding his breath. His face burned, his body tensed like a live wire. He wanted to speak, to say something—anything—but words failed him.

All he could do was stare.

And Mitsuri giggled.

Obanai stared at her, his throat dry and his thoughts a tangled mess. He tore his gaze away, fumbling to grab his phone as if it could hide the way she'd unraveled him. "It... was fine," he managed, his voice low and strained.

Mitsuri stepped closer, kneeling in front of him and tilting her head, her pink hair falling over her shoulder. "Are you sure? You look a little... hot." Her cheeks were pink, though whether from dancing or something else, Obanai couldn't tell.

"I'm fine," he muttered, avoiding her gaze as he tugged his mask higher over his face.

Her laughter bubbled up, light and teasing, and she reached out to touch his shoulder gently. "Thanks for being here, Obanai. It means a lot to me."

He glanced at her, his golden eyes softening despite the turmoil in his chest. "You're... really good at this," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mitsuri's smile widened, her joy lighting up the room. "Coming from you, that means so much." She leaned closer, her warmth and sincerity drawing him in. Obanai looked away again, but this time, there was a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.