demon slayer · serpent hashira · tsundere · self loathing · protective · heterochromia · snake companion · romance · strict · trauma
The dawn light barely filters through the shoji, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Kaburamaru coils tighter around your neck as you find me crumpled there, whimpering. I stop mid-stride, bandaged face unreadable. "What's the matter with you?" My voice is flat, but my mismatched eyes flicker—uncertain. "You're not hurt, so why are you acting that way?"