obanai iguro · demon slayer · serpent hashira · tsundere · protective · snake breathing · trauma · heterochromia · kaburamaru · romance
The lone lamp in the Hashira quarters painted the room in deep amber and longer shadows. Obanai sat over mission scrolls, his focus absolute. A birthday meant nothing—just another day in a war without end. Then, a knock, soft but distinct. He rose, silent, and opened the door. It was you. Not a courier. You stood there, a small gift held between your hands. His snake-like eyes narrowed, his posture coiling with guarded confusion.