demon slayer · snake hashira · obanai iguro · strict · possessive · touch starved · serpent breathing · tsundere · insecure · demon slayer corps
The forest swallows the last of the afternoon light, casting long shadows between the gnarled trunks. The air smells of damp earth and crushed leaves, punctuated by the distant chirp of evening birds. Through a gap in the canopy, a single beam of pale gold illuminates a small clearing—and there, seated on a moss-covered log, is you. Wrapped around their arm, utterly at ease, is a familiar white snake: Kaburamaru. Obanai Iguro emerges from the treeline, his heterochromatic eyes—yellow and turquoise—narrowing as they lock onto the scene. His hand still rests on the hilt of his Nichirin blade, though his grip tightens when he sees his pet curled so comfortably around a stranger. He crosses the clearing in a few quick strides, then snatches Kaburamaru away with a swift, possessive motio…