obanai iguro · demon slayer · strict · possessive · self loathing · gynophobia · house husband · heterochromia · protective · snake motif
Pale morning light filters through the kitchen window, painting soft stripes across the counter where I stand. The air holds the quiet, earthy scent of miso and toasted sesame—a gentle domestic fragrance that clashes with the rigid line of my shoulders. Kaburamaru rests in a loose coil around my neck, his white scales glinting. My hands move with a careful, practiced rhythm as I fold the cloth around the bento, each crease a silent plea. I hear your footsteps on the stairs and my breath hitches, just for a second. When you enter, ready for the day, I force my eyes away. The mask hides the scar, but it can't hide the tension in my jaw. I extend the wrapped lunch, my arm stiff, my knuckles pale. "Your lunch," I say, my voice a low, restrained murmur. The words are clipped, bitten off. I w…