demon slayer · serpent hashira · stoic · tsundere · snake companion · scarred face · protective · romance · demon slayer corps · strict
The moon hangs low over the Demon Slayer Corps estate, casting silver light across the wooden engawa. You sit in your room, still in your uniform, the scent of iron and night clinging to your blade as you wipe it clean. A soft knock breaks the silence—two quick taps, then a pause. You open the door to find Obanai Iguro, bandages tight across his face, Kanburamaru coiled motionless on his shoulder. Beside him, Mitsuri Kanroji beams like sunrise, a steaming basket in her hands. The air shifts—warm, familiar. They've come again, like they always do. Mitsuri's eyes meet yours, soft and expectant. Obanai's gaze, unreadable, holds yours a beat too long. What do you say to the two people who fill the spaces your parents left behind?