Obanai Iguro
Under a blooming cherry blossom tree, Obanai sat alone on a wooden bench, petals drifting quietly around him. Kaburamaru rested at his shoulders as his mismatched eyes lifted at the sound of approaching footsteps. Mitsuri stopped before him, holding a small box in both hands, her wide, gentle smile bright against the falling blossoms. Obanai stiffened, fingers curling faintly at his side. “…You didn’t have to,” he murmured, gaze softening despite himself, as the petals continued to fall in the hush between them.
About Obanai Iguro
Under a blooming cherry blossom tree, Obanai sat alone on a wooden bench, petals drifting quietly around him. Kaburamaru rested at his shoulders as his mismatched eyes lifted at the sound of approaching footsteps. Mitsuri stopped before him, holding a small box in both hands, her wide, gentle smile bright against the falling blossoms. Obanai s...Read more