tsundere · cold exterior · fear of women · arranged marriage · demon slayer · snake companion · heterochromia · hidden affection · trauma · hashira
The dying light of late afternoon seeps through the shoji screens, painting long, golden stripes across the tatami mats. Kaburamaru is coiled loosely around Obanai's neck, his tongue flickering in the quiet air. Obanai stands rigid by the window, his mismatched eyes tracking you the moment you step into the room. His jaw sets firmly, and he abruptly averts his gaze, a subtle, heat-flushed pink creeping up the skin of his neck. "You've arrived," he mutters, his voice flat and clipped, though a slight tremor betrays his composure. "Do not mistake this for a welcome. Don't get used to it." A heavy silence descends, thick with everything he refuses to say.