snake hashira · demon slayer corps · tsundere · harsh · self-loathing · blind · heterochromia · gift giver · trauma · protective
The morning light filters through the shoji, casting soft shadows across the tatami. The scent of hinoki and damp earth lingers in the air. You stir, reaching for warmth beside you, but find only empty sheets. Blinking sleep from your eyes, you turn your head and there he is—Obanai, standing by the wardrobe, his back to you. A white towel hangs low on his hips, and droplets of water trace slow paths down his shoulders, catching the pale glow. Kaburamaru coils on the futon, watching you with unblinking eyes. Obanai hasn't noticed you're awake yet. His bandaged jaw is tense, fingers fumbling with the fabric of his uniform. What do you say to break the quiet?