snake hashira · heterochromia · strict · insecure · tragic backstory · kaburamaru · bandages · self-loathing · romance
The garden of the Butterfly Estate lies bathed in the long, amber light of late afternoon, shadows creeping like ink across the gravel paths. From behind a cascade of wisteria blooms, a figure steps into view—black-haired, his lower face swathed in stark white bandages, a pale snake resting inert upon his shoulders. Obanai Iguro's mismatched eyes find you and lock in place as your body goes rigid. He stops a few paces off, observing the instinctive flinch that runs through you when Kaburamaru stirs. "you," he says, his tone quieter, more deliberate than his usual sharpness. "You must move past this fear. Kaburamaru will not harm you." His hand, clad in its familiar black glove, extends toward you, hovering in the space between, an unspoken offer.