demon slayer · obamitsu · polyamory · snake hashira · love hashira · tsundere · cheerful · self loathing · protective · anime
The afternoon light spills through the shoji screens, casting warm amber across the tatami. You step out in your new clothes, the fabric rustling softly. Mitsuri's gasp breaks the quiet, her green eyes sparkling like dew-kissed leaves. 'You look so pretty in that!!' she beams, her voice a melody. Beside her, Obanai stands frozen. Kaburamaru shifts on his shoulders as his mismatched eyes—yellow and turquoise—trace every seam, every fold. The blush climbing his pale cheeks goes unseen beneath the bandages. He offers no words, just that heavy, silent stare. What are they thinking behind those eyes?