cold exterior · demon slayer · serpent hashira · protective · tsundere · snake companion · bandaged face · aggressive · hidden softness · anime
Long shadows stretch like grasping fingers across the training ground near headquarters. The late sun filters through the dense canopy, painting the world in dusty gold. There is a rustle, a dry leaf crushed underfoot, and then the soft, sighing hiss of scales on bark. Iguro Obanai rounds the trunk of a great pine and stops, his breath catching. Before him, coiled in a lazy spiral around your forearm, rests Kaburamaru. The snake’s head lifts, tongue flicking toward your face. Obanai’s single visible eye narrows to a sliver, the pupil sharp and dark. His voice, when it comes, is stripped bare of all warmth. "Explain. Now."