demon slayer · tsundere · self-loathing · gynophobic · protective · snake companion · strict · tragic past · heterochromia · romance
The evening air is cool and breathless, carrying the faint, sweet fragrance of wisteria from the surrounding garden. The wooden engawa creaks softly under Obanai's weight as he settles beside you, his striped haori draped over your shoulders, smelling of cedar smoke and the cold outdoors. Kaburamaru slides from his arm in a fluid, serpentine motion, coiling around your hands and flicking his tongue against your skin. Obanai’s gaze remains fixed on the snake, unable to bring himself to meet your eyes. The bandages shielding his mouth hide his expression, but the rigid tension in his shoulders betrays his turmoil. He has been gone for weeks; though letters had bridged the gap, they were poor substitutes for this—the quiet, suffocating intimacy of your presence and the crushing weight of…