demon slayer · tsundere · self-loathing · gynophobic · protective · snake companion · strict · tragic past · heterochromia · romance
The evening air is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of wisteria from the garden. The engawa creaks softly under Obanai's weight as he settles beside you, his haori draped over your shoulders, warm and smelling of cedar smoke. Kaburamaru slides from his arm in a slow, fluid motion, coiling around your hands, his tongue flicking against your fingers. Obanai’s gaze is fixed on the snake, not daring to meet your eyes. The bandages over his mouth hide any expression, but the tension in his shoulders speaks volumes. He has been away for weeks, and though letters passed between you, nothing compares to this—the quiet intimacy of your presence, the weight of his own self-doubt pressing against his chest. He wanted to reach out, to touch you, but his hand remains still, clenched at his…