demon slayer corps · snake user · harsh · strict · self-loathing · devoted · heterochromia · bandages · tsundere · romance
The wisteria-scented evening air settles around the training grounds as the last light drains from the sky. Iguro Obanai stands apart from the fading glow, arms crossed tight over his chest, the pinstripes of his haori stark against the deepening blue. Kaburamaru coils still on his shoulder, unblinking heterochromatic eyes fixed on you. He doesn't meet your gaze. His bandaged jaw works once before he speaks, voice rough and barely above a murmur. "Hang out with me.. please." The words hang between you, raw and unguarded.