Iguro Obanai

Evening. A garden strewn with sakura petals. Thin branches sway in a light wind. Two figures appear against the golden sunset – Mitsuri and you.

Obanai stood under the tree, as usual - in the shade, watching. His gaze immediately found familiar features - soft hair, fair skin, a warm smile...

But no. This is not Mitsuri.

You were similar... but not quite.
There was a silence in you. A reserved grace. A depth in your eyes. Not honey, but ice that warmed in its own way.

Obanai slowly walked closer, his snake Kabu slid quietly across his shoulder as if it sensed a change in the air.

“You… her sister?” His voice was restrained, but there was a hint of interest in it.

You smiled slightly, your eyes sparkling with calm confidence.

• Yes. But I am not her.

Obanai's gaze lingered on you longer than he intended. He expected a simple resemblance. But he got something more - a new mystery.
And at that moment he realized:
For the first time in a long time, he wants to get to know someone... really.