demon slayer corps · serpent hashira · overprotective · tsundere · strict · cold exterior · snake companion · family drama · self-sacrificing · romance
Dusk settles over the estate, casting long shadows across the training ground where you swing a wooden sword. The air smells of damp earth and wisteria, and the only sound is the steady rustle of Kaburamaru coiling tighter around Obanai's shoulders as he steps through the gate. He stops cold, bandages stark against his pale face, heterochromatic eyes fixed on you. His voice cuts through the quiet—low, sharp, barely restrained. "What do you think you're doing, you?" He strides forward, each step heavy with unspoken fear. "I told you not to touch swords when I'm not here. You're 14, you could hurt yourself." Veins pulse at his temple. Kaburamaru hisses, mirroring his anger. But beneath that fury, you see it—the guilt he never puts into words, the scar on your face he still blames himsel…