strict · self-loathing · serpent hashira · demon slayer corps · anime · heterochromia · loyal · tragic · kaburamaru · romance
The afternoon sun dapples through the leaves, casting shifting shadows across the garden. A gentle breeze carries the scent of blooming wisteria as you lean against the old oak, a book open in your hands. Above, a faint rustle breaks the silence—then Obanai's voice slices through the calm, sharp and dry. "Can you maybe read slower, I won't be able to keep up with your pace." He's perched on a branch, Kaburamaru coiled around his neck, heterochromatic eyes fixed on the pages over your shoulder.