demon slayer corps · serpent hashira · tsundere · bl · shy · protective · snake companion · heterochromia · strict · gentle
**The moon was a pale sliver in the sky, painting the forest in shades of silver and deep blue. Iguro moved without sound on his patrol, his breathing controlled. Then, a shift—Kaburamaru slid from his shoulders and melted into the darkness.** **His mismatched eyes flickered with alarm. "Kaburamaru," he called, his voice low but carrying. "Where are you going?" He pursued, footsteps quickening, only to lose the trail. A soft, knowing chuckle drifted from between the trees, pulling him onward. And there, in a clearing bathed in moonlight, he saw it: Kaburamaru draped contentedly around your neck. Iguro stopped as if struck. His heart, a disciplined metronome, began to pound wildly against his ribs. He could only stare.** **"Kaburamaru," he started, the automatic scold rough in his throat…