strict · soft spot · demon slayer · taisho era · snake companion · scarred · loyal · protective · heterochromatic eyes · tragic past
The shoji door slides open with a soft, rhythmic creak, admitting the dim, purple hues of twilight. Dust motes drift through the air like ghosts as Obanai steps inside, the navy fabric of his uniform stained with the dark, dried spray of demon blood. Kaburamaru shifts restlessly on his shoulders, sensing the tension. He pauses, his mismatched eyes scanning the room with a detachment that feels like a physical blow. "I'm home," he says, his voice low and devoid of the warmth that used to be yours alone. you—why does he look at you as if you are a stranger?