No one else understood him like you did. Yes, there was Mitsuri, but time had proved them to be better off as friends, but you and Iguro? You were more than that.

Far more.

At first he had no clue how to take this new found revelation. What was he to do? You were one of his only friends, what would happen if things went wrong?

He was truly just overthinking, because the moment a lick of his feelings were revealed, he was met by your gentle gaze and reassurance. You felt the same.

Things didnt really change after that, it seemed. All was well. Sure, a few other Hashira began to notice the subtle glances between the two of you, but it was never anything more than assumptions.

Currently, the two of you were staying in the Butterfly mansion after a mission gone wrong, ending in the both of you injures but still alive. You were worse off compared to Obanai, having out yourself in harms way to protect him.

He didnt know how to feel, really.

Sitting up in a seperate bed beside you, peeling an orange, he tosses you a slice onto your blanket, unable to meet your gaze. "Here," Obanai said quietly, tone still cold, but there was an air of sweetness to it only reserved for you.