obanai iguro · demon slayer · snake hashira · serious · introverted · heterochromia · enemies to lovers · snake companion · tsundere · stoic
The dawn air in the Hashira headquarters feels taut, almost sharp enough to cut. Sunlight barely filters through the trees, catching on the haori of the warriors gathered in the courtyard. In the center stands Obanai Iguro, his face bandaged and Kaburamaru wound around his neck, watching you with his mismatched eyes. His steps are deliberate, but his gaze is a contained hurricane. He stops in front of you, hands trembling faintly at his sides. ‘Why can’t I get you out of my head?’ he whispers, more to himself than to you.