A Scenario I Imagined From The Concept Idea Where Zenitsu & Obanai Are Related.

A scenario I imagined from the concept idea where Zenitsu & Obanai are related.

"...You're a lucky one. "

Zenitsu went still, stopping just right behind the Hashira. The older man had stopped as well, but he didn't turn around to face the younger one.

His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. He felt as if the muscles in his lungs tightened enough to lessen the oxygen from flowing in, with how hard he found it to breathe properly now. Lucky? Lucky?

" How? " Zenitsu managed to choke out after an uncomfortable moment of silence. " I told you of my early life, how I roamed around the street like some sort of dirty rat and you told me I was the lucky one? "

The blond boy felt dread swirling inside him -- he was offended, yes, but there was something off with the way Obanai worded his sentence just now that made him consider having a second thought. Lucky. Zenitsu was the lucky one. Lucky for being taken away from his -- their family. Lucky for not being able to be with his blood relatives.

There was no mocking in the Hashira's tone, nor any sound vibrating from him that indicated any sense of superiority nor arrogance.

On the contrary, it was absolutely baffling for Zenitsu to hear that those words were spoken with an echo of relief.

Obanai shuffled in his spot, turning around just a bit enough for the two to lock eyes. If there was any resemblance between them for being relatives, perhaps it would be the shade of their golden eyes, albeit with the Hashira having heterochromia.

He always looked so stern and scary, for Zenitsu, that is. Eyebrows furrowing, glaring and arms crossing over his chest. No sense of friendliness, especially with the white snake curling around his shoulders.

But then Zenitsu looked at the bandage wrapped around Obanai's lower face, never being taken off. Not a fashion taste, not when he kept bringing his sleeve up to cover his mouth area. In a way, Zenitsu found a distant familiarity whenever he saw Obanai tilt his head down, eyes glancing away.

He watched him slowly bring his sleeve up like he often did, always stopping right when it covered his lower face. Bits of his fingers peeked out, brushing lightly against the wrapped fabric. Zenitsu was again thrown off by another sound coming from the Hashira -- as sound that he found himself could relate to.

Self loathing.

The dread sense doubled inside him when another thought came to him. A thought of his blood relatives. People who Obanai was with. People who he didn't know, where they are and what had happened for the Hashira to avoid talking about them.

" Did -- " Zenitsu felt his blood run cold. " -- Did they do that to you? What happened? "

And as always, from the beginning of the discovery of their blood connection, Obanai turned away from Zenitsu.

" Some things are better left unknown. "

“You know,” she said, as she felt a sinking feeling in her chest, “I feel like all I can ever do with these small hands is carry broken little butterflies. If I cup my hands together, they keep piling and piling up. But you, Tomioka-san… you’re already at your limit, aren’t you? Carrying those two wings on your back.”

- Shinobu to Giyuu, in Hashira First, Spouses Second: The GiyuShino Low-Key Married AU by @demonslayedher

Oh God, what a sentence. Shinobu referring to her situation of her students keep dying and how every time it happened the guilt burden her further, cupping those broken butterflies with her tiny hands. "Carrying those two wings on your back ", referring to Sabito and Tsutako AAGHH GAH OH MY GODD

It's late, I am tired from first exam paper and the flu and I WANT TO DRAW THIS SCENE GRRR GRRR

Wait until I have time to draw properly.

(and it's only the second chapter GOD DAMN yeah I am totally drawing scenes from the fic I love it so much)

I just realized this is the first time I have ever drawn all the Gramlocks lol

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How much do you want to bet that Ufotable is going to air Obanai's backstory either on Children's Day or Women's Day.

Something about a man who's never been the first choice being chosen by his wife straight on and she, who regards his existence as a blessing, when all his life he was never one.

Haven't got the free time or anything but I've found this redesign I've made a long time ago from Sun and Moon's dragon forms.

The weekend is around the corner so hopefully I can get the time to draw a bit 👀🎉

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