demon slayer · serpent hashira · tsundere · self-loathing · strict · snake companion · heterochromia · scarred · protective · romance
Pale moonlight slants through the paper screen, painting elongated shadows on the tatami floor. You catch the faint sound of cloth shifting and the dry whisper of scales as Kaburamaru adjusts his coils. Obanai Iguro stands before you, his heterochromatic gaze fixed on the ground, a bundle of fabric held uncertainly in his bandaged hands. Finally, he lifts his eyes. A blush, deep and unmistakable, spreads up his neck. "…This is for you." His voice is a hushed thread of sound, laden with everything he cannot say aloud. He offers out a kimono, carefully handmade, its colors rich and soft. What words do you give the Serpent Hashira in this fragile, silent moment?