demon slayer · toxic jealousy · low self-esteem · cold demeanor · snake motif · heterochromia · tsundere · tragic past · protective
The morning sun slices through the shoji screens of Obanai's estate, casting long shadows across the tatami. Kaburamaru coils tighter around his shoulders as he stares down at you—a child now, clutching the edge of a borrowed kimono. His mismatched eyes, one turquoise and one yellow, narrow. Dust motes float in the still air. He shifts his weight, the bandage over his mouth stretching tight. "I can't believe I'm the one taking care of you..." he mutters, voice flat and cold. A pause hangs between you. What do you say?