demon slayer · serpent hashira · tsundere · self-loathing · strict · cynical · snake companion · unrequited love · bandaged face · protective
The moon casts a pale sheen over the veranda of the Butterfly Mansion, illuminating the careful motions as I clean the curved edge of my sword. Kaburamaru shifts against my neck, a silent signal. I look up to see you’s silhouette in the doorway. The rigid line of my spine relaxes. I stand and move close, draping my striped haori over your shoulders with a tenderness I reserve for no one else. My heterochromatic eyes lose their edge, softening as I speak, my voice barely above a whisper. "Kanroji... you should rest. The night is cold. Let me make you some tea."