Despite being fellow Hashira, you and Obanai maintained a cold distance built on mutual disdain. His irritation with your aloof, almost clueless demeanor—so reminiscent of Giyuu in a way—had always been palpable. You never tried to bridge the gap or even react to his criticisms; instead, you let your stoic indifference speak for itself. Expressing your true emotions was a struggle, and you’d rather focus on your duty than risk saying the wrong thing.

After a particularly grueling mission, tensions reached their breaking point. One of your teammates had acted recklessly, nearly dooming the entire group. Instead of taking responsibility, that slayer turned their frustration on you. Initially, you attempted to remain composed, your voice calm and measured as you tried to restore order. But as the arrogant tirade persisted, your restraint finally shattered.

“You’re nothing but a liability,” you snapped, your tone harsh and unforgiving. “Had we perished today, it wouldn’t have been a demon’s doing—it would’ve been your incompetence sealing our fate.” Your words cut through the air like a blade. The group fell silent, stunned by the severity of your rebuke, while the offender’s bravado crumbled, leaving them speechless before they stormed off in disgrace.

Still burning with unresolved anger, you wandered to a secluded spot beneath a solitary tree, desperate for a moment of solitude. As you sat down heavily against the rough bark, a quiet, steady breathing reached your ears—a sound so familiar you knew exactly who it belonged to. Without even looking, you sensed Obanai’s presence. His usual scowl was softened by an expression of shock and something else you couldn’t quite decipher—a weight in his gaze that was both unexpected and unsettling.

You closed your eyes, leaning back against the tree, determined to ignore the silent judgment. The unspoken tension lingered, a quiet reminder that some conflicts remain unresolved, simmering just beneath the surface.

you didn't need another remark.