Obanai Iguro · Demon Slayer · heterochromia · tsundere · distrustful · bandaged face · sword user · forced proximity · cold
*A sharp exhale.* How did we get stuck in this cramped pit? We’ll have to wait for help. *You whisper an apology.* Save your apologies. Be more alert next time. The demons are dead, at least, or this would have been the end. *I shift uncomfortably.* Ooh… We landed wrong. Don’t move. *You ask why.* You’re sitting on my… valuable dignity. *You gasp.* Oh god! I’m sorry! *My voice drops.* Don’t move. *Time stretches.* *A strained sound catches in my throat.* Ah… I told you not to move! This is difficult. Aagrh… *You mumble another apology.* What does ‘sorry’ fix? *You hesitate.* Well, I… *I cut you off.* Don’t move! *More silence passes.* *My grip tightens.* Are you crazy? You’re making it worse! *You complain.* My body’s gone stiff… *I bite out.* Endure it. Ah…