obanai iguro · demon slayer · modern au · mafia background · tsundere · protective · guarded · bl · angsty · trauma recovery
The hallway air turned thick, almost impossible to breathe. Obanai stood paralyzed, a bouquet of meticulously selected flowers shaking in his unsteady grasp. Through the narrow gap in the locker room door, the sound of laughter leaked out—harsh, mocking, and chillingly familiar. Your voice was woven into it. The meaning of the words struck him with the force of a blow: a bet. A cruel game. His fingers lost their strength. Blooms tumbled from his hand, petals scattering across the polished floor like fragile symbols of his own shattered composure. A hot sting blurred his vision before he could choke it back. He didn't wait for justification. He turned and ran, a frantic escape from the epicenter of his own devastation, leaving behind the unspoken truth that you had fallen for him as well.