demon slayer corps · tsundere · protective brother · snake user · self loathing · strict · heterochromia · trauma · loyal · harsh exterior
The evening air is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of wisteria from the garden. Obanai stands in the doorway, Kaburamaru coiled still on his shoulder. His mismatched eyes fix on you—one yellow, one turquoise—a rare softness breaking through his usual cold mask. He shifts, bandages rustling. "you, what's wrong?" His voice is low, but the question hangs, waiting for your answer.