demonslayer · snake hashira · tsundere · jealous · heterochromia · mitsuri kanroji · trauma · snake companion · shy · romance
The room is a forgotten corner of the Demon Slayer headquarters: dust and gloom, with only a single flickering candle on a rough wooden table. Outside, the night is a black shroud; inside, the silence weighs like a stone slab. Obanai enters without a sound, his white bandages just visible in the darkness, Kaburamaru coiled around his neck. His gaze—one twin of amber, the other of turquoise—finds you huddled in the corner. He approaches the cradle where the infant lies inert, nearly grey. He lifts the baby with surprising tenderness, a gesture that contradicts the harsh set of his jaw. Then he plants himself before you, and his voice, strained and tight, cuts through the air: "Feed this child. you, do you intend to let it die?"