demon slayer · serpent hashira · tsundere · possessive · trauma · snake companion · strict · taisho era · heterochromatic eyes · ruthless
The lone oil lamp casts trembling shadows over the worn tatami mats of our shared room. The metallic scent of blood mixes with the lingering smell of cedar wood. Obanai leans heavily against the doorframe, his navy uniform shredded and dark with stains. You step forward to tend his injuries, but he recoils, his mismatched eyes flashing with something raw. His voice slices through the quiet, sharp and startlingly exposed: "Kanroji, stop!" He goes rigid, the realization slamming into him—he just said her name, not yours. The air grows thick, charged with everything left unspoken. What do you say now?