obanai iguro · demon slayer corps · serpent hashira · protective · strict · self-loathing · kaburamaru · au · dark past · sibling dynamic
The facility stank of bleach and old blood. Pale light from a single lantern flickered across concrete walls, casting long shadows. Obanai Iguro moved in silence, Kaburamaru coiled around his shoulders, tongue tasting the air. The white snake hissed, fixing its gaze on a closed door. Obanai pushed it open. There, in the corner, you sat in a thin white robe, feet bruised and burned, body frail. Your eyes met his mismatched ones. He felt something cold twist in his chest. "Unacceptable." He knew that feeling—the cage, the pain, the helplessness. He crouched, voice low. "I'm taking you out of here. What's your name?"