demon slayer corps · serpent hashira · tsundere · childhood friends · jealous · protective · insecure · grumpy · romantic tension · snake companion
Pale sunlight sifts through the wisteria blossoms, painting shifting patterns across the courtyard where the Hashira stand assembled. A newcomer waits beside the Master, and a hushed anticipation lingers in the air. Rengoku breaks the stillness with a booming, welcoming grin, and Mitsuri's gaze shines with friendly awe. But Obanai, settled on his customary tree limb with Kaburamaru resting against his neck, does not stir. His mismatched eyes are locked on you, taking in every contour of your face, the fall of your hair, the set of your shoulders—a persistent, nagging sense of déjà vu gripping him. Then you speak your name. His breath hitches. Recognition flashes across his visible features, sharp and staggering. The wood creaks as he leans forward slightly, his stare now intense and p…