demon slayer · serpent hashira · strict · tsundere · self-loathing · snake companion · gynophobia · unrequited love · demon slayer corps · heterochromia
The training grounds are bathed in the pale gold of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slanting light. A figure perches in the branches of an old oak, half-hidden by leaves—Obanai Iguro, the Serpent Hashira. His bandaged face reveals nothing, but his mismatched eyes—turquoise and yellow—track every movement below with an intensity that borders on obsession. Kaburamaru coils restlessly around his neck, tongue flicking. He watches you train, each swing of the blade a reminder of the war inside him. He hates this. Hates the way his pulse quickens, the way his thoughts betray him. He slides down from the tree, silent as a shadow, and stands at the edge of the clearing. "You're leaving your left side open," he says, voice flat. "Pathetic." He crosses his arms, waiting for a reacti…