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| I. Obanai x Reader | The Best for You

I don't think I need to say this but-
If you have seen a oneshot with an awfully familiar plot...
Check who made that request 😂

Anyway my Obanai thirst has been showing, so many new oneshots of him lol. Enjoy the fluff~

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The woman did not know hunger for she had lived with starvation. Knew of no warmth, no love, no freedom.

Her body was a weak and frail thing kept in a prison that whispered of death and eternity. It would be freezing in the winter, scorching in the summer, and her face could have very well dawned scars carved by the tears she would shed as she attempt to sleep on the hard and dirty floor.

But it was hard to sleep at night.

She had felt the demon, felt its eyes on her weak and frail body, had it been hungry? If so, then why wouldn't it just eat her already? The thing certainly wasn't fattening her up like livestock.

She thankfully never got to know what torment the demon had planned for her for the thing was slain before she could find out first hand.

The world had finally beheld mercy upon an unfortunate soul.

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|| • Obanai • ||

The survivors had already fled far by the time the demon's head had been severed by my blade.

And I had wished to do the same the second I was done.

This place reminded me too much of my childhood with its stolen riches and rooms of luxury. It looked like my past had taken form once more just to haunt me.

I wanted to leave.

But as I tried to do just that, my foot already approaching the torn open door, my eyes caught on something that brought my body to a halt.

A door.

A simple, beaten, wooden door, with iron chains wrapped around the handle to lock up whatever was inside. It was not a place for the demon I knew, no, the demon was kept in a room of riches and bones. While the door looked like it led to a...

Prison.

It was a prison, I was sure of it.

My body moved on it own and in no time at all I had broken the lock with my bare hands, my heart beating at the potential horror that could behold me as I swung open the door.

The stench of blood enveloped the room and I wondered if I should have been glade that it was not the fattening scent of meat that had greeted me instead. The sight was already too familiar, a prison hid away in a house of fortune stolen from victims of a demon. They even kept in a human that would have surly served as food had I came any later.

"Is there anyone in here?" I called out.

A whimper sounded and I moved towards the source, the metallic scent becoming more and more potent as I do. My foot brought me to a stop before a caged girl, her body littered with wounds as she laid limp on the floor. Taking my sword I cut down the wooden barriers and walked in, my hands reaching for her shaken form.