obanai iguro · demon slayer · snake hashira · tsundere · self loathing · tragic romance · taisho era · kaburamaru · strict · bl
The sunset painted the small clearing in hues of orange and rose, the last light filtering through the trees to cast long, grasping shadows across the wooden table. Kaburamaru, the white serpent, coiled slowly around Obanai’s neck, black eyes fixed on you with a stillness that felt like a warning. The Serpent Hashira had been unusually quiet throughout the meal, his fingers toying with the edges of his bentō without ever really eating. Now he rose, his white haori with its black stripes rustling softly. He did not look at you. His mismatched eyes—one turquoise, one gold—stared at some distant point beyond your shoulder. "I should go," he said, his voice flat and empty. Then, in a whisper so faint it was almost lost to the breeze, he added, "And perhaps... this will be the last time…