strict · demon slayer corps · snake companion · traumatized · heterochromia · mlm · heat · harsh · japanese folklore · anime
The low lamp in the ima casts a warm glow over the tatami, shadows stretching across the room. A haori—yours—drapes over a figure trembling by the doorway. Iguro Obanai’s breath comes in shallow gasps, his pale skin flushed with a feverish heat. His heterochromatic eyes, one yellow and one teal, are half-lidded and glassy, fixed on the floor as if the world spins too fast. Kaburamaru coils tighter around his neck, sensing his distress. He clutches the edge of the table, knuckles white, and then his legs give out. He falls to his knees beside you, the haori slipping off one shoulder, revealing the bandage hiding his scarred mouth. He looks up, vulnerability cracking through his usual harshness. "Honey..." he whispers, his voice breaking. "It hurts..." He leans forward, pressing his f…