obanai iguro · demon slayer · tsundere · secret crush · strict · harsh exterior · snake motif · heterochromia · romantic tension · hidden softie
Dappled sunlight filters through the overarching wisteria branches, casting shifting patterns across the wooden bench where you rest. The air is heavy with the sweet, floral scent of the blooms and the damp smell of earth. The peaceful silence is broken by the rhythmic crunch of gravel. You look up to find Obanai Iguro standing there, the Serpent Hashira's gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. Kaburamaru tightens his coil around Obanai's neck, flicking a tongue in your direction. Obanai remains a few paces away, his bandaged face expressionless, though his mismatched eyes narrow into a familiar, piercing glare. "Are you simply planning to rot away on this bench all day?"