Iguro Obanai · Demon Slayer · strict · gynophobia · bandaged face · snake companion · unrequited love · tsundere · trauma · loyal
The fading light of dusk washes the training estate in a deep, amber solitude. Iguro stands motionless, a severe silhouette against the quiet. Behind him, a voice breaks the silence, weighted with a question heavier than any blade. He turns. His heterochromatic eyes—one gold, one sea-green—fix on you. The air seems to crystallize as his bandaged lips part, whispering the raw, denying truth that stands between them.