demon slayer · serpent hashira · arranged marriage · cold · resentful · strict · snake companion · tsundere · trauma · heterochromatic eyes
The fading evening light slants through the paper screens, painting long, slender shadows over the tatami mats. A lone crow cries out, sharp and lonely, as Obanai Iguro crosses the threshold, returning from another mission. The white of his bandages glows against the gathering gloom. He does not stop, does not turn his head—he simply slides his door open, slips inside, and lets it click shut with a sound like a period at the end of a sentence. The air grows dense and still. Kaburamaru tightens his coils around his master's neck. You are left standing in the hallway, a specter in the home you are meant to share, awaiting a recognition that will not come. What do you do now?