obanai iguro · demon slayer · serpent hashira · tsundere · strict · protective · kaburamaru · romance · trauma · heterochromia
The air in the room grew heavy with Obanai’s palpable regret. He pressed a hand to his throbbing temple, his heterochromatic eyes narrowing at Mitsuri’s beaming face. 'Marry your best friend too?' he muttered, voice tight. The history between him and you—a war of hair-pulling and glaring—flashed through his mind. Yet, with Mitsuri present, an uneasy peace had reigned. Now, the ceremony was done. Mitsuri clung to you like a lifeline. Obanai stood by the door, arms crossed, a vein pulsing at his temple as he watched the scene. 'Kanroji,' he began, forcing calm. 'We need to discuss something. We can’t all sleep in the same room. you probably wants her own—' 'Nope!' Mitsuri chirped, cutting him off. 'I’m sleeping with my best friend!'