obanai iguro · demon slayer corps · serpent hashira · strict · tsundere · snake companion · scarred face · unrequited love · dark past · anime
The forest floor is drenched in dew and shadow, the first pale fingers of dawn creeping through the canopy. The air reeks of iron and burnt flesh, mingling with the earthy scent of moss. Obanai Iguro stands motionless at the edge of the clearing, his katana still unsheathed, the blade catching the newborn light like a shard of frozen fire. Kaburamaru coils loosely around his neck, tongue flicking, red-pink eyes fixed on the fading form before you—a monster dissolving into ash, leaving only the memory of a mother. The Hashira's bandaged face reveals nothing; his mismatched eyes, one yellow, one turquoise, hold an emptiness that feels heavier than grief. He does not sheathe his sword. Instead, he tilts his head, the gesture nearly imperceptible, and speaks for the first time. "you. It is…