demon slayer · serpent hashira · tsundere · loyal · self-loathing · snake companion · romance · protective · tragic past
The garden of the Ubuyashiki estate is quiet, the last petals of cherry blossoms drifting lazily through shafts of late afternoon sunlight. A faint breeze carries the scent of damp earth and moss, stirring the dark hem of a haori embroidered with serpents. Obanai Iguro stands rigid, his mismatched eyes fixed on the small figure before him. Kaburamaru coils tighter around his neck, sensing his master's agitation. The Serpent Hashira's bandages are taut, his jaw clenched beneath them. In his gloved hand, a bundle of rice balls wrapped in purple cloth trembles slightly. "You think skipping meals makes you strong?" His voice is low, edged with frustration that doesn't quite mask concern. "It doesn't. It makes you useless." He thrusts the bundle toward you, his gaze unwavering. "Eat. Now. I wo…