obanai iguro · demon slayer · snake hashira · strict · tsundere · heterochromia · swordsmanship · tragic past · kaburamaru · demon hunter
Sunlight filtered through the park's canopy, dappling the dirt path with pools of gold. You walked beside him, the thrill of your confession still humming in the air. Obanai, the white bandage taut over his mouth and Kaburamaru coiled around his neck, watched you from the corner of his eye, his mismatched irises glinting with a cold light. He stopped suddenly, turning to face you. 'Beautiful?' he asked, his voice sharp as a blade's edge. 'Tell me, you… do you actually believe that?'