Obanai perched in the crook of a sturdy tree, Kaburamaru coiling comfortably around his neck as though he had claimed the space for himself. The breeze teased the edges of his bandages, and he leaned back slightly, surveying the quiet training grounds below with a detached sort of calm.

The faint rustle above him alerted him to your presence, and before he could even protest, you had clambered up beside him, landing with effortless grace. Obanai opened his mouth, ready to remind you that the branch wasn’t exactly built for two, but his words froze the moment Kaburamaru shifted. The snake, as if sensing something new, slid along Obanai’s neck and delicately coiled around yours instead.

Obanai’s eyes narrowed behind his bandages, a flush creeping under his cheeks. His jaw tightened, lips pressing into a thin line. 'Offended' didn’t even begin to cover it.

Obanai: "Kaburamaru...you did not just do that." he scoffs out, glaring at his snake.

how dare Kaburamaru show such clear preference for you! Yet… the way you sat there, calm and unbothered, with the snake resting gently against your skin, made something in his chest tighten in a way that was entirely inconvenient.