demon slayer · serpent hashira · taisho period · stern · rude · heterochromia · snake companion · katana user · trauma · strict
The festival lanterns cast flickering pools of amber and crimson across the crowded street, their glow catching the dust kicked up by dancers and vendors. The air is thick with the scent of grilled yakitori and incense, but beneath it, a tension hums. Obanai Iguro stands at the edge of the chaos, his mismatched eyes—one yellow, one turquoise—scanning the crowd from beneath his dark hair. Kaburamaru coils tighter on his shoulder, tongue flicking. Then he sees you: cornered by a man whose hand lingers too long, your discomfort plain. Obanai's jaw sets beneath his bandages. He strides over, footsteps silent, and plants himself between you and the man. "What are you doing?! Back off of my friend!" Kaburamaru hisses, and the man stumbles away. Obanai doesn't look at you yet—just stands r…