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It’s early in the morning, around 6:30 AM. The Serpent Pillar, Iguro Obanai wakes up in his messy bed. His hair resembling a bird’s nest. Iguro’s snake, Kaburamaru hisses at him like an alarm. Iguro glares at Kaburamaru and swats him gently with his hand. “It’s too early, leave me alone.” Iguro groans in a tired tone of voice.
Iguro gets up out of his bed slowly. He walks over to his closet with neatly folded clothing. He picks up his Demon Slayer uniform and puts it on, throwing his pajamas into the laundry bin. Iguro then grabs his haori. Iguro’s haori includes a striped pattern with black stripes and a white background.
Iguro puts on his haori neatly, smoothing out the rugged edges.
He grabs a black hair brush from his unorganized desk, brushing his smooth black locks gently, the bristles working through his hair nicely. He pauses in the mirror, looking at himself for a second, before grabbing his bandages. The bandages fit around his mouth, tightly. Covering up his large scar, ear to ear, from his traumatic past. Thinking about his past makes him shudder.
Iguro puts on his dark blue sandals, with a smooth black ribbon tied to them. After he has finished getting dressed, he holds out his arm near his desk for Kaburamaru to climb on. After his albino, red-eyed , snake tangles around his neck, he walks out of his estate.
Iguro walks towards a more populated, downtown area with shops nearby his estate. Iguro looks up at the sky, enjoying the fall breeze that ruffles his hair. As he walks towards nearby a bench, he suddenly hears footsteps behind him. He turns around, suddenly on alert.
Before realizing it’s just his friend, or co-worker, Sanemi Shinazugawa.
“Iguro, what the hell are you doing here?” Shinazugawa asks Iguro, tapping his foot. Shinazugawa is a bit of an airhead.
Iguro looks up at him, slightly annoyed. “I live here, dumbass.” Iguro says, in a condescending tone. Iguro and Shinazugawa’s friendship is passive aggressive..
Shinazugawa rolls his eyes, before speaking, “Whatever, I’m going to the clothing store.”
“Getting a gift for your girlfriend, Kanae? Valentine’s Day is coming up.” Iguro asks, his voice carrying a teasing tone. “That’s not your business..” Shinazugawa blushes, clearly embarassed.
Iguro smirks under his bandages, watching Shinazugawa walk away.
The sudden aroma of coffee hits his nose, underneath his mask. It smells great. Making Iguro suddenly hungry and or thirsty, remembering how he hadn’t eaten that morning.
He decides to walk towards a nearby coffee shop, Cafe MAMI. It’s known for its famous coffee jelly and other delicious deserts. The outside has a beautiful garden, with purple flowers and many other pretty plants.
Iguro opens the door, hearing the ringing of a bell when he enters through the door. His eyes widen as he sees Giyuu Tomioka standing in line. Giyuu is the water pillar in the Demon Slayer corps. Iguro and Giyuu do not get along well..
(Brief Giyuu POV) Giyuu waits in line, standing behind a child and their mother. He hears the ringing of a bell as another person enters the cafe. He briefly takes a glance. He looks back again, taking a double-take, realizing it is Iguro Obanai… the serpent pillar who always has looked down on him, never being kind to him.
Giyuu has always wanted to become friends with Sanemi and Iguro. But they always deny anything about being NEAR him. Though, Giyuu always subtly tries. An Idea forms in Giyuu’s head. ‘If I invite Iguro to have dinner with me, and I pay, maybe he will like me?’ Giyuu looks over at Iguro, he’s kinda nervous.
“Iguro, you’re here too?” Giyuu asks, the lady in front of him almost finishing her order, he has to hurry. Iguro nods silently, briefly rolling his eyes.
“Would you like to eat with me? I will pay.” Giyuu asks, trying to hide the slight nervous tone in his voice.
(BACK TO IGURO POV) Iguro thinks for a moment, considering the idea. “Fine, Tomioka.” He responds quickly. “I’ll go sit at a table, I guess.” Iguro says before walking near a booth. The booth has dark red seats and a wooden brown table. And a crystallized, large, window on the side.
Iguro sits down, holding his head up with his hand, waiting for Giyuu.
Giyuu comes quickly. ‘Why did I even agree to this?’ Iguro asks himself silently. Giyuu sits down across of Iguro silently, awkward.
Iguro never has liked Giyuu for a reason. He thinks Giyuu is looking down on all the other Hashira, when in reality.. Giyuu thinks he is undeserving of being a Hashira and really looks down on himself.
Their waiter walks up to their table. *Saiki K reference..* Their waiter is a 17 year-old student at PK academy, he has bright pink hair, green glasses, and weird looking (alien-like) hairclips. “Hello, my name is Saiki Kusuo and I will be your waiter this evening. Is there anything you’d like to order?” The waiter asks the shorter man first. (Iguro)
“May I have a Caramel Frappuccino?” Iguro asks, his bandages ruffling slightly as he speaks. Their waiter, Saiki, nods. “And you?” Saiki turns to Giyuu.
“Uhm..” Giyuu is low-key awkward, he looks at the menu for a moment before looking up at the waiter. “Arabica coffee, please?” Giyuu asks, he fidgets with his hands in his seat. “Yes sir.” Saiki answers, his tone is plain.
As Saiki walks away, it leaves Iguro and Giyuu alone.
They both look at each other. Before Giyuu tries to strike up a conversation, “D-did you know Shinazugawa likes red bean mochi?” Giyuu asks awkwardly, unsure of what to say. The slight tremor in is voice is recognizable.
Iguro realizes Giyuu is nervous, he rolls his eyes sub consciously. “I know, it’s weird for a ‘scary’ guy like him..” Iguro responds.
Surprisingly, this EMO guy who never laughs or smiles… Giyuu laughs softly. Iguro’s eyes widen dramatically. ‘W-what? Did this *emo* just laugh?’ Iguro thinks to himself, looking Giyuu up and down. ‘His laugh.. is pretty..’ Iguro, accidentally, thinks. ‘What the fuck am I thinking?’ Iguro sighs. “You’re uhm.. laughing?” Iguro asks awkwardly. Kabamaru hisses at Giyuu, Iguro’s snake, Kabamaru, HATES Giyuu. Iguro glares at Kabamaru.
“Yeah.. sorry.” Giyuu apologizes.. for laughing?! Iguro suddenly feels bad. “N-No-“ Iguro stutters. ‘Fucking awkward emo.’ Iguro thinks, sighing before continuing. “No, it’s fine. I don’t mind your laugh, idiot.” Iguro faces away from Giyuu.
(Giyuu POV) Giyuu blushes slightly and smiles. His cheeks colored a light pink. ‘Wait— am I really catching feelings?! And for this guy who hates me!’ Giyuu thinks to himself.. making his smile drop slightly, but continues smiling.
(Iguro POV) The waiter, Saiki,comes back with their two drinks. Iguro’s smile drops as he realizes he has to take his bandages off to drink.. ‘I can’t take my bandages off in front of anyone, especially him.. what will he think of me?!’ Iguro panics silently. Saiki walks away when the drinks are set in front of Iguro and Giyuu.
(GIYUU POV) Giyuu takes a sip of his drink, enjoying it briefly. After a minute or two, He notices.. Iguro isn’t drinking, he’s just sitting there. “Are you still thristy, I can take it back if you want!” Giyuu offers, becoming little more comfortable around Iguro. ‘Is it my fault, because I’m here?’ He thinks to himself, blaming it on his own presence.
(IGURO POV) “No.. I am..” Iguro sighs. “I just’d rather not take off my bandages..” He looks away, trying to hide his embarrassment. ‘He would think I’m so ugly, why do I care what he thinks anyway. He’s just a stupid.. idiot… dummy..’ Iguro thinks, childishly.
‘Is it my fault?’ Giyuu thinks to himself. (GIYUU POV) “Oh.. I’m sorry. I can just look away, if you would like.” Giyuu offers, feeling guilty.
(IGURO POV) ‘Gosh.. he’s so… considerate.’ Iguro thinks, shrugging it off. He WON’T admit his feelings for his enemy. “I uh..” Iguro stutters, feeling guilty. Iguro faces away from Giyuu, not wanting to maintain eye contact. He feels a sudden guilt.
“Fine.” Iguro accidentally says too quickly, but it’s too late to take it back.
(Back To Giyuu) “It’s okay, you don’t have to-“ Giyuu is cut off by looking into Iguro’s eyes. ‘His eyes.. what am I thinking..’ His mind is filled with unwanted thoughts about Iguro’s beautiful appearance. Iguro suddenly unwraps the tight bandages from around his mouth.
Giyuu’s eyes widen, his eyes trace the harsh scar on Iguro’s face. The scar is from ear to ear on his mouth. ‘It looks painful.. but oddly it’s.. pretty.’ Giyuu unconsciously thinks, staring at Iguro’s eyes for longer than necessary.
(Iguro POV) ‘Why is he staring at me, dammit?’ Iguro thinks to himself, cursing himself for making the impulsive decision to take his mask off.. “Stop staring at me.” Iguro says, crossing his arms defensively. Kabamaru hisses at Giyuu, cursing him for staring. Kabamaru is disappointed because his owner, Iguro, has fallen in love with a fucking idiot.
“Your scar..” Giyuu pauses.. “It’s.. pretty.”
Iguro blushes, more than necessary.
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