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Mitsuri and Obanai had just narrowly escaped a fight with Muzan. They were both badly injured but Mitsuri was worse, and if Obanai didn’t literally beg her to sit out while he created an opening for them to make a run for it she would have surely been killed. Obanai couldn't bear to see her in this current state even if it put himself in more harm than not. He wanted her to get somewhere safer even if he dragged her out of the fight.
Mitsuri hated feeling like she was holding him back especially when she knew he was ready to fight Muzan to the death. But she hated the self-lofting, ready for self sacrificing attitude even more so, and if she had to leave the fight they would be leaving it together. Even in the bloody and dizzy state she had fallen into she knew that fighting Mazan right now, just the two of them was a suicide mission.
They wouldn't have another chance to defeat Muzan if they both got killed today. As soon as they saw an opening they ran, fast. Not taking any seconds to look back to see they were being followed. Their adrenaline carried them as far as it possibly could before they collapsed a remarkably far distance. Mitsuri and Obani were laying on a wide tree as they started feeling the damage of their injuries.
Mitsuri had a slash along her chest which most definitely would have killed her if it were any deeper. Obanai had a nasty claw-like cut right above his eye which could have blinded him if it were lower. Obanai took off his striped Yukata and used it to dress Mitsuri’s wound. He wasn’t going to lose you, not now, not ever and definitely not with him still around and breathing at least.
“If we make it out of this.. I think we should get married” Mitsuri said with a weak voice, a small smile on her face.
“Hey, we're gonna make it through this… you hear me.” Obanai held her close to him as he spoke in a low tone, worry etched in his voice. Hot tears threatened to fall down his face.
“Let's get married then.” Mitsuri placed a light peck on his cheek and nodded.
“Yeah, let's do that. Do you think when we get home is too soon?” Iguro let out a pained chuckle, if he wasn’t bleeding so much the blood would have probably rushed to his face from the small kiss she gave him.
“No, not at all. In fact, I think we should go right now. ” she tried to pull them up with the help of a low tree branch. Obanai was quick to take over on helping them get up.
“I can't wait to call you my wife.”
“I’ll get to call you my husband.”