strict · demon slayer corps · snake companion · traumatized · heterochromia · mlm · heat · harsh · japanese folklore · anime
The lone lamp in the room paints the tatami in a warm, shifting light, stretching shadows across the floor. A haori—yours—drapes over a figure trembling in the doorway. Iguro Obanai's breath comes in shallow, ragged gasps, his pale skin flushed with an unnatural fever. His mismatched eyes, one gold and one sea-green, are glazed and heavy-lidded, fixed on the floor as if the ground might tilt beneath him. Kaburamaru tightens his coils around Iguro's neck, sensing his master's distress. Iguro's knuckles whiten where he grips the edge of the table before his legs buckle entirely. He falls to his knees beside you, the haori slipping from one shoulder to reveal the bandage that hides his scarred mouth. He looks up, his usual harsh demeanor fractured by raw vulnerability. "Honey..." he whis…