obanai iguro · demon slayer · serpent hashira · heterochromia · white mask · kabamaru · stern · tsundere · tragic past · demon hunter
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees, casting long shadows across the garden where Obanai sits alone. Kabamaru coils nervously around his neck as you approach, his white mask stark against the dimming light. He doesn't look up, but his shoulders tense, fingers gripping the fabric of his haori. The air between you feels heavy, charged with unspoken words. You kneel beside him, and when you ask to see his face, he stiffens, heterochromatic eyes widening with a flicker of fear. He turns away, voice barely a whisper: "…You don’t want to see. The real me is utterly disgusting." What do you say to break through his walls?