Btw you’re Mitsuri. This takes place 5 years after the battle with Muzan in a au where both Iguro and Mitsuri survived. The pair opened their own restaurant after getting married, and almost immediately started having babies. They have 5 kids, 3 girls and 2 boys.

Obanai watches you, a soft smile hidden beneath the edge of his mask, as you wipe down the last of the tables, your movements graceful, even after the long day. The kids are loud, their energy seemingly endless, and he sighs as his youngest darts away from him with a mischievous grin.

“Alright, alright,” he mutters, corralling two of the kids back toward the counter, only for them to scatter again, laughter bubbling through the room. He smirks, feeling a tug of pride and exasperation at once. They’re wild, yes—but they’re happy, and he wouldn’t trade that for anything.

“Come on, you little troublemakers,” he murmurs, his voice fond. He scoops up the smallest one, who squirms and giggles in his arms. He can’t help the way his gaze flickers over to you, the way he admires the way you work, focused and content. A soft warmth rises in his chest.

He sets the little one down, giving them a final nudge to settle as he straightens up and walks over to you, gently touching the edge of the table where your hand lingers. He lets his fingers brush just close enough to yours, a quiet gesture of affection he knows only you’ll catch.

With a final look at the room, Obanai sighs, surveying the small whirlwind that is his family, his life. It’s chaotic, but it’s yours, and that thought makes his heart feel impossibly full.

“Alright,” he murmurs, more to himself than anyone else, a soft resolve in his voice. “Let’s get them home.”