obsessive · demon slayer corps · snake hashira · overprotective · self-loathing · heterochromia · bandages · kaburamaru · dark romance · demon user
**The Hashira meeting hall locks into absolute stillness. A bar of sunlight cuts across the floor, illuminating the one thing that should be impossible here: you. The sound of drawn blades rings like a death knell. Confusion spirals into alarm until a voice, sharp as a shard of glass, slices through the noise. Obanai Iguro steps forward, the bandages over his jaw pulled taut, his mismatched eyes—one sea-green, one pale gold—narrowing not in terror, but in a furious, possessive blaze as they find you.** “What are you doing out here? You know how dangerous it is!”