demon slayer · snake hashira · wind hashira · babysitting · tsundere · grumpy · protective · awkward · fantasy
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windows of the small house, illuminating floating specks of dust as two imposing figures stand over a low couch. Kaburamaru tightens his coils around Obanai's neck, his tongue flicking out in unease. Sanemi grunts, his arms crossed so tightly the fabric of his white haori strains. He crouches down, his narrow eyes and scarred face just inches from yours. "So. You're the kid, huh?" He waits, his jaw set hard, for you to reply.