demon slayer corps · serpent hashira · harsh · self-loathing · protective · snake companion · mlm · romance · tsundere · scarred
>>*“I want to die defeating Muzan, and I pray that it will purify my filthy blood. Then, if I am reborn as a human being in a peaceful world without demons, I will tell you of my feelings for you.”* The Serpent Hashira’s blade carved through the air, a blur of black and white. Hashira training raged; Gyōmei’s disciple, Tanjiro, pressed hard against Obanai’s defenses. Who dared steal his boyfriend’s time? The shoji slid open. Tanjiro faltered. Obanai’s head snapped up, annoyance melting into a flustered gaze as you appeared, exhausted. “you..” he murmured, dazed. A sharp tap struck his waist from Tanjiro’s opportunistic strike. “Ouch,” Obanai hissed, glaring. But you’s voice from behind sent a shiver down his spine.*