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My Winglady

Best Friend! Platonic! Iguro Obanai; Short(not at all) Story

“Obi. You okay?” You gently asked, placing your bento box onto your lap as you noticed how Obanai stared almost mindlessly ahead, his memorising mismatched eyes nearly taking the form of love hearts. At what? You asked yourself in the moment

The Hashira always said it. What a interesting combo. The cheery playful Ice Hashira and the harsh cruel Serpent Hashira. You and Iguro Obanai were basically inseparable, from the moment you two met. He adored you, following you around like a lost puppy and you found it so cute, you made it a side mission to befriend him to a level thought impossible

He made it out like he hated women with a passion but his best ever friend is a woman. How ironic, he didn’t care though. He figured the only two humans he’d truly care about is you and the Master

But boy, was he wrong. Now, there’s a third person that’s slipped into frame

“Obi” You repeated a bit firmer but still caked in that cute sweet voice of yours. Your fingers tapped his nearby wrist after pulling it softly as you tried your best to reel him back to reality.

Your attempts are fruitless as you pout a bit frustrated at his lovestruck expression after a few more taps with no response. Kaburamaru suddenly drops his head onto yours, sliding down after a little while so his chin rolls against your hair

“What’s wrong with Obi, Kabu?” You ask the snowy danger noodle without moving as Kaburamaru lifts himself up and points his snout ahead, you followed the fascinating serpent’s movements until your eyes locked on the target

Sitting with bouncing legs under the shaded bench alone, a bento box on her lap and empty boxes literally surrounding her. You finally knew why Obanai was behaving so weirdly distracted and airheaded

Kanroji Mitsuri. The Love Hashira and the newest Hashira too. She excitedly glowed at each and every chunk she chowed down on from her meal, the seconds flying by made you think intently on what you should do next

Did he? You snapped your head back at Obanai, he had dropped the bento box that was hovering over his lap as his breathing was so light, you were concerned he was holding his breath

“Obi. Hey, Obi. Obi. Obanai. Iguro. Iguro Obanai! Hey!” You chirp louder yet lightly, tapping his cheek. You needed to know if your theory was true. Kaburamaru basically giggled at Obanai’s delayed but flinching form as his head whips side to side

His eyes finally fazed back to normal as he turns around you to meet eyes with a obvious frown, eyebrows knitted. “What, Dokusha! What?” Obanai barks out back

“You like Kanroji?” You ask rather innocently with a kitten-like head tilt. Obanai always thought you were so cute, he couldn’t help but feel his heart ping at your curiosity

“Well… yes… yes, I do. And you know that, I told you so a few days ago” Obanai responded calmly, his voice as smooth as silk. His hands shifted around for the bento box previously pressed on his uniform pants.

Before he finally stopped in place and let his head fall down to see the mess of broken wood and wasted food below. What a great way to spend lunch time, wasting his meal atop of a tree with his best friend ogling at the new Hashira. Lifting it up, he sighed in defeat

“You want mine?” You remark softly, presenting the bento as Obanai shook his head furiously. You hadn’t even gotten the opportunity to open yours yet and you also knew he’d decline but you were in the mood to persist as your secret little plan begun building itself up in your head

“No. No. That’s yours, you should eat it” Obanai argues softly, pushing the box back to you with a hidden smile underneath those annoying bandages. You were one of the very few amounts of people who could make Obanai smile genuinely

“You should have it, Obi. You’ll need your strength to go say hi to Kanroji-san” You chirp, popping open the lid and digging in to fish out a chopstick-full of fresh brown rice

Obanai basically jumped out of his own skin at your confidence. What do you mean by that? As you push the warm food against his masked lips over and over. “Open. Aaa, Cmon. Time to eat” You chirp again, smiling uncontrollably. Obanai sighed once more, taking the box off your lap rather aggressively, though that wasn’t his intention then gently picking the chopsticks out of your fingers

You turned back to Mitsuri, who thankfully hadn’t left her spot under that shaded bench. What should Obanai say to her? You think. Hmm, your brain lit up as the first thing in thought basically made a lightbulb appear above your head, your fingers snapped but you didn’t turn back to Obanai

You always respected his desire to hide himself, even if you found it unnecessary or infuriating. It didn’t really matter, you’d let it go for now in favour of telling him your plan to help him woo over Mitsuri

“So, Obi. I got a idea, wanna hear it?” You remark with that signature light-hearted purr, almost clapping your hands together, your excitement oozing out of every pore your body possessed

“Go ahead” Obanai responded lightly, you could only assume he was eating with the way the light sound of wood tapped against his fingers

“There’s a new restaurant! Kanroji-san seems to really like food, how about you go ask her if she’d like to go to a restaurant with you” You were so proud of your idea, simple and not too weird, it sounded like a great way to start a friendship! That pride was short lived when you heard Obanai briefly choke. You panicked, slamming your eyelids shut and turning back around.

You couldn’t see, it was pitch black but Obanai’s hand pushed against yours. His breathing hitched as he coughed lightly before speaking. “I’m fine, Dokusha. I’m fine” He reassured you as you turned back around and opened your eyes, his fingers still brushed on your haori-layered back

“Do you want to do it?” You ask again, the seemingly empty food box dropped to your turned hip carelessly as the sound of clothes shuffled. You stared forward, eyes meeting the miraculously materialising ones of Obanai. He was in front of you in mere seconds, squatted down on his knees. That bandage mask looked as if it wasn’t unwrapped or moved at all

“You’re gonna help me, right?” He rung out a question back, you could hear the raw concern pouring out of his ears and mouth. He definitely didn’t want to go to Mitsuri without you cheering him on in the background

“Of course, you silly goose. Why would I suggest that idea if I wouldn’t?” You chirp, booping your nose with his playfully as he stepped back to let you jump up to your feet, him rising to meet you

“How about; I go say hi to her, stir up a conversation, I bring her to you, you two talk and you ask her” You sum up the further details of your formatted plan in a quicker format. Obanai’s fists clenched, he didn’t know what to actually say. He most definitely will mess up, he feels too anxious to go actually talk to Mitsuri himself. Can’t you ask her for him?

“What do I say?” Obanai asks a bit quietly, desperate eyes needing your confirmation and the right response. You giggled lightly, patting his head to ease his nerves(since you’re taller but younger). “Say whatever you want, Obi. Maybe something like; ‘It’d be a pleasure to get to know you, Kanroji-san. If you’d like, could we go to the new restaurant together?’” You fumbled over your words moments after, unsure of your romanticising skills

“I don’t know, Obi! I’m not the love expert. Clearly, Kanroji is!” You chirp out, almost defensively of your own inexperience as Obanai just grabbed your hand, ready to jump down from the tall trunk. He didn’t respond verbally, his hand tugged on yours to say ‘let’s jump’

You nod with a cheerful smile, letting him pull you off the thick uncomfortable branch as you two landed gracefully onto the grey stone-decorated ground, haoris flowing upwards with the pull of gravity. You smiled at the way Obanai’s monochrome striped haori seemed to sharpen at the sleeves, almost like the fangs of a snake.

“Oh my god! Obi! Obi! Look!” You semi-squeak in a high-pitch, lightly thumping your free palm on Obanai’s nearby shoulder as you pointed with that same hand, his nervous eyes followed your finger. Kanroji got up from her spot, with all the empty boxes in her arms as she nervously walked, every step so precise as to not drop the huge pile

“Hang on” You smirk in a mix of innocence and malice. Obanai frowned in response, the hand he previously held yours in reached out in a instant to try stop you. That smirk meant nothing good, he immediately went to protest against whatever you had in mind. He knew it could go wrong

“Myōji Dokusha, don’t—“ His firm, somewhat scary tone and upcoming words were cut off when you disappeared out of sight in a launching sprint and quickly knocked Mitsuri over with a slight bump, dashing off to hide behind the wall around the corner

You knew she didn’t feel a actual person touch her. She believed she slipped over her own feet as the boxes fell out of her hands onto the floor but she stumbled upwards to control herself. On steady feet, she looked down

She squealed outloud, like a little animal. Embarrassed as her hands covered her cheeks, her braids almost flying upwards like cat ears as she crouched down to begin gathering her disregarded dishes

Poking out, you gestured VERY hard at Obanai from behind the wall. You could feel his eyes on you. Your hands basically jabbed at the direction of Mitsuri then at the mess of dirty dishes as quick as you could, lips mouthing what you were trying to say. Your actions were screaming “go help her”

Obanai quickly whipped his head side to side again, you were right. He rushed up and begun picking the scattered boxes without so much as looking up at Mitsuri. The Sakura mochi-coloured hair woman gasped in surprise, her eyes gleaming as she watched Obanai swipe up the remaining boxes and rise to his feet, keeping the slight mountain in his hands

“Thank you! Thank you! I needed that a lot!” Mitsuri praised, singing her gratitude on a cheerful, precious voice as you pumped your fist up encouragingly in the background, Obanai’s bi-coloured eyes scanned around for you

He took a deep breath before speaking. “You took too many at once. There is nothing wrong with taking multiple trips” Obanai remarked, he hoped he didn’t sound too judgmental but with the way Mitsuri’s cheeks flared to glittery pink, she didn’t take it as a insult

“O-oh. I know, you’re right. It’s just! I don’t want to make the chef wait! I’d rather bring it all to him! It’s not fair to make people wait, you know!” Mitsuri chimed in response, hopping on bouncy feet in place as Obanai felt himself smile uncontrollably. His heart was beating like it was gonna shoot out of his ribs, his head was fuzzy with fawning thoughts over her beauty. His cheeks felt hot, thank god his mask kept that covered

“That’s good. Taking the first step” Obanai responded, he didn’t even know what he just said. He didn’t care though, he just wanted to be around Mitsuri more

This experience is ten times more intense then when he first met you. Yes, his heart was beating fast and his head was kinda light when he saw you, but this was tripled. He felt as if the angels had a hold of him and were gonna pull him up to heaven. He was a bit delirious, did love really feel like this?

“Yeah! Talking about steps! I’m sorry but I need to go right now! I’m already late to give these back!” Mitsuri responded a bit quicker yet nervous, she hoped she didn’t sound rude in her approach

“Wait” Obanai caws out, making Mitsuri stop on the footstep. Her face was washed over in pure, innocent curiosity. She matched you quite well, it made her all the more intriguing. Was the sweet personality the reason he liked you so much or the reason he liked Mitsuri so much?

“Yes?” Mitsuri asked, she didn’t mind waiting as she was wondering what this kind stranger was gonna say. Yes, she did see Obanai before and during the meeting. They are both Hashira after all, but they were barely on acquaintances level before this single situation

“It’d be a pleasure to get to know you, Kanroji-san. If you’d like, could we go to the new restaurant together?” Obanai directly parroted your speedy-madeup line and your heart flipped in joy. He always put what you said into heavy consideration, it never flew over his head

You wanted to cheer loudly but you had tremendous restraint, slamming your hands over your mouth as a precaution at Mitsuri’s lightened-up expression and wide joyful grin. She was definitely gonna say yes!

“Really? With me? That’s so nice! Yes, I’d love to! You’re so nice, Iguro-san! I originally thought you’d be mean! I’m really sorry for thinking that! I’m so wrong! You’re amazing!” Mitsuri chimed happily, bouncing on her feet like a excitable child and one hand gone back to cupping her rosy cheek with her other arm holding the tall pile of boxes to her chest

Obanai expertly hid away his growing excitement, stone-facing through the boiling pot of endearment bubbling in his stomach at that moment. He breathed a bit heavier to control himself as he shut his eyes for a few seconds longer to be completely ready

Your eager encouraging eyes on him made him feel safer and his confidence shot up in one puff. “Thank you. I’ll send you a letter so we can discuss it later” Obanai remarks, walking up the wood planks himself before Mitsuri could respond and placing down the boxes in his hands on the clean smooth wood-pane floor a few steps inside the shade. The closed door ahead of him would most definitely lead into the kitchen

Obanai turned back around on a heel spin, gesturing to the neatly left boxes as Mitsuri went back to using both hands for the pile. “One at a time, Kanroji. Don’t force it all at once, the chef will understand so just tell him and it’ll be fine” Obanai reassured her calmly, walking past and hopping down the elevated platform to the grainy rock floor below with a thump as Mitsuri quickly placed down the boxes on the platform, effectively blocking her way

She waved at Obanai after rushing back down to the first plank of the footsteps, her voice was a mixer of overwhelming excitement and gratitude. “Thank you so much, Iguro-san! Hope to hear from you soon!” Mitsuri chimed outloud, seemingly hoping back up and going under the shade to finish her little chore when she gathered the boxes. Mission; a real big success!

On the other hand, Obanai walked around the corner of the tall building to your hidden location, you were dancing in victory. Spinning in circles with cheerful yelps, one of your heldout hands was suddenly grabbed out of nowhere

“Ack! Whoa!” You chirped out in surprise, never losing that peaceful friendliness in your voice, despite your slight caution. Thankfully, your slightly spiked nerves lowered down in no time as you realised it was just Obanai. “It was a success, Obi! You did it!” Obanai lifted the hand he held and spun you around in a dancing motion so you faced him.

“I did it?” Obanai asked with a slightly judgemental beat, his free hand slithering in and gripping your other hand with immense speed and pulling you forward to stand only centimetres away from him, his arms immediately clung around your waist in a hug of otherworldly gratitude

“You’re the reason I did it” Obanai gently spoke, head rubbing against the bottom of your cups but he didn’t care. He leant his head up moments after, those pretty heterochromatic eyes sparkling so brightly. He was definitely very excited about how successful that was too

You leant your head down in curiosity, your face exploded in deep rose red blush and your eyes almost popped out as Obanai pressed a muffled kiss to your cheek. It didn’t last long but it was full to the brim with all that gratitude, your cheek plumped up at his lips. No matter how thick those bandages were, the warm and soft skin still touched your skin

“Thank you, Dokusha. Thank you” He sung a familiar string of praises as Mitsuri did to him, his dull yet hypnotising voice had some emotion behind it for once. Your face shined with that beautiful joyful smile of yours, eyes closing as you gently stroked his cutely messy hair

Obanai simply buried his face back into your upper stomach, sighing happily as Kaburamaru coiled up and around precisely to lay his cool little chin flat on your shoulder

“Don’t thank me! It was my pleasure!”

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