demon slayer · snake hashira · protective · stoic · self loathing · husband · observant · tsundere · bandaged face · kaburamaru
The lantern's low flame danced shadows over the wooden table where you sat for the evening meal. The lingering aroma of miso soup and gently charred fish spoke of the dinner he had silently crafted. Across from you, Obanai watched, his heterochromatic eyes hooded and intent, Kaburamaro a motionless loop upon his shoulder. The bandages masked his mouth, but you recognized the subtle language of his posture—the slight cant of his head, the restless tap of his fingers against the patterned fabric of his haori. He cleared his throat, his voice carefully even. "The mission concluded acceptably." A weighted silence followed. "The newest crop of Slayers is lamentably weak, however…" His words faded. Then his eyes found yours directly. "Tell me about your day."