#obanemi

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[fermyne]

Obanemi is funny, because one of them is mad angy 24/7 and the other is just a poor traumatized short guy who is harsh and soft to only few(probably 2 people)

When you combine two unstable guys you can see that they would actually relate to one another and so on. Sanemi also has trauma but as severe as Obanai's.

And they already get along no issue to open up.

[inkystarpot]

Tokito is the Obani to genya’s sanemi and in this essay I will -

[xxlady-lunaxx]

sanemi had never liked his last name very much. it had come from his father’s side, and that alone made him hate it. but it felt much too intimate to let anyone say his given name—because it was the one his mother had named him, and it was his, and the last time he’d heard it was from his mother (even his siblings—like genya—called him ‘aniki’ or ‘nii-san.’ and, frankly, though kagaya referred to everyone by their given names, it felt different). so everybody called sanemi ‘shinazugawa.’ in a way, it was annoying. in another, it felt like safety, as if nobody truly knew him therefore he had not made any attachments, and it would stay that way. obanai was the first person to speak sanemi’s name in a way that drowned wholly in utmost love. it was clear, on his tongue, even through his bandages. and sanemi had never been good at love, but something about the way obanai was made him want to try it. it was so wrong, but it felt so wonderful.

“shinazugawa,” obanai had breathed, and he’d looked at sanemi with eyes filled with almost illicit infatuation. fuck.

“sanemi,” he corrected immediately, as if it was instinctive. which it wasn’t. he had never asked anyone to call him sanemi before. never. “it’s… sanemi.”

obanai blinked and then, when he spoke, there was a tinge of a shy smile in his voice. “sanemi,” he repeated slowly, and, fuck, the name sounded so beautiful on his lips. sanemi wanted to close his eyes and freeze this moment in his hands, pocket it to keep. and it ached, in the most honey-sweet way, when obanai echoed himself, once, twice, and then again: “sanemi. sanemi, alright… sanemi.”

“fuck, okay, stop,” sanemi pleaded, because he wasn’t sure he could handle anymore. his cheeks were burning with embarrassment—and something other, something he wouldn’t indulge himself in, yet he was sure shone clearly on his face. “that’s- that’s enough, iguro.”

“okay,” obanai said. then he paused and turned almost lazily to kaburamaru, stroking along his scales, before saying softly, “obanai. obanai… is fine.”

“oh. okay.” yes, this was okay. this was okay. wonderful, even. “okay. yeah.”

“say it.”

sanemi bit the inside of his cheek—hard. obanai would be the death of him.

“you will be the death of me,” he informed him. he hesitated. but, fuck, he wanted to say it. his mouth curved into the name, and he choked it out, feeling almost euphoric as the syllables slipped from his lips. he was so fucking pathetic and weird. “obanai. you’re killing me, obanai.”

“i’d hope not. sanemi.”

“obanai.”

(they were both weird).

“stop.”

“this is payback.”

“touché. sanemi.”

“fuck… you.” (they were both so, so weird. somehow, sanemi loved that about them. it felt nice.) “obanai.”

“sanemi.”

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neither sanemi nor obanai were typically described as ‘quiet.’ quite possibly, they were some of the more talkative hashira—even if most of their talking was to criticize the world. still, the silent moments were there. mostly spent together—the little times they managed to snag with one another, doing mundane things to ease the tension they inevitably acquired every day. sometimes they wrestled the knots in each other’s hair, or made tea they forgot to drink, or scrubbed the blood from their uniforms. other times they spent more time than necessary stretching after training, or going on aimless walks, or sitting in a tree until one of them dozed off. whatever they were doing, it was alone, away from the world and their lives. little things they cherished—because they did it together. after all, they did know how to be quiet. they simply saved the knowledge for each other.

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It was weird. Seeing so many people—it wasn’t just all the Hashira today. There were other lower ranked Slayers here, too. Gathered for the training. And yet, all Sanemi could see was Obanai. Obanai, standing there, looking irritated that he had to participate in training the incompetent trainees. Looking the same as usual and fucking gorgeous.

Likely noticing Sanemi’s gaze on him, Obanai looked up. He sent the man a curious tilt of his head, nearly causing Sanemi to have a fucking seizure at the unintentionally adorable look. Quickly looking away, Sanemi went back to paying attention to what they were supposed to focus on for the day.

It had been like this for so long, now. Time and time again, Sanemi caught himself thinking of Obanai. He didn’t encourage it, himself. Hell, he’d call anyone who did the same a creep. It was hard to understand. Sanemi couldn’t understand himself. Yet he couldn’t help it when he’d immediately turn to Obanai during Hashira meetings, or let his focus wander when they spoke. It went unasked. Uncalled for, really.

Despite his constant turmoil surrounding Obanai, it took weeks—a few months, actually—for Sanemi to recognize what this was. And, when he did place a word on it, he wished he’d never figured it out. Because Sanemi was in love. Sanemi Shinazugawa in-fucking-love with his best friend. Of all people. Had he forsaken every promise to not indulge in such things, lest he wanted to deal with the consequences? What the fuck, Sanemi. Get your fucking grip.

Even so, he made no move to stop it. It was stupid, full of idiotic hope of a man long lost in the mere chance he could milk anything from this fucked situation. But Sanemi couldn’t help it. He loved Obanai. Wishing that his feelings were reciprocated was going to happen one way or another.

At least he prided himself in not making a move. That would be truly idiotic. Only a dumbass would let himself into a relationship, whilst being a Hashira, and knowing full well how getting close to anyone had turned out before. Right?

Wrong. God, fucking fuck, Sanemi! What the hell had gotten into him? Flirting with Obanai—subtly, so subtly. And then dropping everything that screamed in him to be inconspicuous and flat out asking—“Wanna go out?”

Stupid, stupid, idiot, dumbass, Sanemi, you little shit, you little prick. But the words had already come out, were already in the air. To Obanai’s credit, he didn’t look completely aghast. No. But he did look shocked, eyes wide although not judging. It was hard to tell with that wrap of bandages on him, but it seemed like Obanai’s cheeks were flushed. He ducked his head away, stammering a response.

“What… do you mean from that?” he mumbled, probably hoping Sanemi was joking.

He wasn’t, unfortunately. Although everyone could hope and dream, Sanemi included.

“Uhm. Shit, uh, no, uhm.” Wow, Sanemi was pathetic. Even after he’d gone and asked Obanai out, he couldn’t clarify what he’d meant. Even after the months of agonizing and thinking this very conversation through, all he could muster was ‘uhm.’ “Uhh. Fuck.”

Obanai cocked his head at him, now a bit more puzzled than anything. “Shinazugawa?”

Ah, fuck. And there he went. Melting Sanemi into a puddle with those wide, heterochromic eyes. “‘s nothing. Sorry,” Sanemi muttered, looking away.

“What did you mean?” Obanai pressed.

“It’s really nothing. I didn’t mean to say it.” Stop. Fucking. Talking. Sanemi.

Obanai’s eyes narrowed. Ahhh, and he still possessed his ability to read right through Sanemi’s lies. Just great. “Uh huh. Well, what did you mean, even if you take it back now?” he asked.

There was no reason for Obanai’s insistence to be so endearing. Yet it was, and Sanemi was a sucker for it all. “Uhm. Just. On a date. Go out, as in dating,” he managed, eyes avoiding the only man he would look at. “It’s stupid.”

“Do you… take it back?”

Sanemi couldn’t see his face, and it was hard to discern his voice. But he shook his head anyway, because transparency was—wait was there a phrase for that? Transparency was humiliating, at the very least.

“No. I mean, like. It was meant for you. But not for now,” he mumbled stupidly.

“Oh.”

‘Oh’? What the hell did that mean?

“Is that a no,” Sanemi said flatly. Less of a question, more of a grim acceptance that Obanai thought he was completely and utterly disgusting.

“No.”

“Huh?”

He looked up. Obanai stared at him, a bit timidly. But he gazed at him with determination that read that he was not going to let Sanemi stand there and make a fool of himself.

“I mean,” Obanai clarified, “that we can ‘go out.’ On a date. Or as in dating. Your choice.”

The way he threw it out there so easily. As if it hadn’t caused Sanemi so much fucking anxiety.

“Really?”

“Yes. Are you daft, Shinazugawa? Have you slept recently? This isn’t a dream,” Obanai said impatiently. Like he was reading Sanemi’s mind. “I said yes. I don’t care if we’ll both regret this later”—which they likely would—“there’s no time like the present, right?”

Sanemi nodded slowly. Half relieved and half full of even more panic. He wasn’t supposed to be doing this. Neither of them were. But Obanai was right. No time like the present.

“Y…yeah. Then, what? We just fuck around and let things happen?” Sanemi said, a bit in his own world.

Obanai nodded. He seemed to be smiling. Kaburamaru was equally in a good mood, nuzzling Obanai’s cheek. “Exactly.”

Reluctantly, and then embracingly, Sanemi let a grin rise on his face. “Fuck yeah,” he breathed. “Fuck, finally.”

“Mm?” Obanai’s smile was loud through his words. God, fuck, he was the best. “Been waiting?”

“So fucking long.”

“Then the feeling’s mutual. I’ll see you tomorrow, Shinazugawa,” Obanai said lightly. He would be back tomorrow. God, fuck, yes.

“Yeah. Tomorrow.” Oh, my fuck, yes.

[fermyne]

Okay just watched To the Hashira Training! The part with Sanemi and Obanai was just wonderful... I kind of like them as a ship.

Obanemi? Is that even thing lol?