A continuation from - @tanabota
Obanai doesn't do much outside of the corps. His whole life practically begins and ends with his job. Meaning, the other hashira are the only people he spends any casual time with. They're an odd bunch and he's reluctantly willing to include himself in that assessment. Most are respectable, but some downright piss him off past the point of reason. None of them are anywhere near as tolerable as Shinazugawa, though. Several times, Obanai has tried to put a finger on exactly why.
Only for 'why' to stop mattering entirely the moment he's in the taller's presence. He gently shakes the bag when Sanemi turns towards him, to bring the other's attention to it. "I like watching amezaiku," Obanai explains with a slight tilt of his head. His tone is still subdued, but lacking a sharp edge. "Is it really such a stretch to say I've watched people make mochi too?"
When relieved from the bag, Obanai leans on the table. "When did you learn how to make this? I don't believe you've ever mentioned cooking before," he poses the question back. For some reason the idea of Sanemi cooking is fascinating. To the point of restraining himself from leaning in for a better look, but being unable to stop himself from at least standing closer than he might normally.