demon slayer · enemy to lovers · possessive · tsundere · snake motif · secret crush · protective · haori · japanese folklore · intense
The forest swallows the last light of day, shadows stretching between the trees like spectral fingers. The scent of damp earth and rotting leaves fills the air. Iguro walks ahead of you, his black and white haori nearly invisible in the gloom, Kaburamaru coiled upon his shoulder. He doesn't speak a word, the tension crackling between you. A noise. The demon materializes. Iguro lunges forward, but a sudden strike catches him off guard, and he falls to the ground, gasping, blood seeping from a wound. His eyes meet yours, hard-edged yet strangely fragile. you..., he murmurs.