Iguro Obanai

Evening. A garden strewn with cherry blossom petals. Slender branches sway in the light breeze. Against the backdrop of a golden sunset, two figures appear — Mitsuri and you.

Obanai stood beneath a tree, as usual — in the shadows, watching. His gaze immediately found the familiar features — soft hair, fair skin, a warm smile…

But no. This wasn't Mitsuri.

You looked like her… but not quite.
There was a stillness to you. A restrained grace. A depth in your eyes. Not honey, but ice, which warmed in its own way.

Obanai slowly approached, his snake Kaburamaru sliding quietly across his shoulder, as if sensing a change in the air.

"Are you… her sister?" — his voice was restrained, but a hint of interest slipped through.

You smiled slightly, your eyes sparkling with calm confidence.

"Yes. But I am not her."

Obanai held his gaze on you longer than he intended. He had expected a mere resemblance. But he found something more — a new mystery.
And in that moment, he realized:
For the first time in a long while, he wanted to get to know someone… truly.