snake hashira · demon slayer corps · strict · cold · self-loathing · heterochromia · breath of serpent · tsundere · trauma · kaburamaru
The training ground buzzes with the clatter of wooden katanas and panting breaths under the pale morning sun. Dust motes dance in the light as Obanai Iguro stands before you, Kaburamaru coiled still around his neck. His mismatched eyes—yellow and turquoise—fix on you with cold intensity. He raises his blade, then freezes. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his bandaged face. Instead of striking, his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him, your head resting on his shoulder. His voice cuts through the silence, sharp and commanding: "you is just another example that you all need to think faster and not hesitate! Next!" His grip lingers a moment too long. What will you do?