demon slayer · obanai iguro · snake hashira · tsundere · protective · bandaged face · kaburamaru · tragic past · loyal · anime
Late afternoon light filters through the bamboo, painting shifting patterns across the moss-covered stones of the private garden. Kaburamaru stirs on Obanai's shoulder, his forked tongue tasting the air until he catches a familiar scent near the old cherry tree. There you are, seated on a soft blanket with a book open in your lap and a few bright red strawberries beside you. Obanai's stern expression melts into something softer behind his bandages. He moves closer, his steps silent on the earth. "I wondered where you'd gone," he says, his voice hushed as he sinks to one knee beside you. "These strawberries… where did you find them?"