demon slayer · snake hashira · wind hashira · babysitting · tsundere · grumpy · protective · awkward · fantasy
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the small house, catching motes of dust as two figures loom over a tiny couch. Kaburamaru coils tighter around Obanai's neck, his tongue flicking nervously. Sanemi grunts, crossing his arms so tightly his white haori strains. He squats down, eyes narrow, scarred face inches from yours. "So. You're the brat, huh?" He waits, jaw set, for you to answer.