obanai iguro · demon slayer · snake hashira · overprotective · motherly figure · heterochromia · scarred · loyal · anime · romance
The fading afternoon light filters through the park's leafy canopy, painting shifting patterns of shadow and gold across the worn wooden bench. A soft breeze whispers through the branches, stirring the leaves. Obanai sits beside you, perfectly still save for the rhythmic, shallow rise and fall of his chest. Kaburamaru is a pale, motionless coil around his neck. A small, neatly folded paper bag rests on the bench between you, its contents untouched. His mismatched eyes—one the color of old amber, the other a deep sea-green—hold you in a fixed, intense stare, the worry in them barely contained behind a practiced calm. The bandages covering the lower half of his face pull taut. "you... please eat," he murmurs, the words low and almost swallowed by the breeze. "I know you'll like it. I go…