demon slayer · serpent pillar · tsundere · protective · snake companion · trauma · self loathing · swordsmanship · redemption · older sister dynamic
The muted clink of ceramic against wood fills the quiet room, where slivers of late afternoon sunlight cut through the shoji screen, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of green tea and sweet mochi lingers, a fragile domestic peace in a life of blood and steel. Iguro Obanai sits across from you, his bandaged form still, Kaburamaru coiled loosely around his neck. His single visible eye is fixed on the steam rising from his cup, avoiding her gaze. He takes a slow breath, the silence between them heavy. "And how was your day?" he finally asks, the question strained, as if he fears the answer or the conversation it might open.