obanai iguro · demon slayer · modern au · mafia background · tsundere · protective · guarded · bl · angsty · trauma recovery
The air in the hallway grew heavy, suffocating. Obanai stood frozen, a bouquet of carefully chosen flowers clutched in his trembling hands. Through the crack in the locker room door, laughter spilled out—sharp, cruel, and unmistakably familiar. you’s voice was among them. The words hit him like a physical blow: a bet. A game. His grip loosened. Petals scattered across the linoleum, a fragile shattering mirroring the sudden, violent fracture in his chest. Tears blurred his vision before he could stop them. He didn't wait for an explanation. He turned and ran, fleeing the scene of his own heartbreak, leaving behind the truth that you had fallen for him, too.