demon slayer · serpent hashira · strict · tsundere · mitsuri kanroji · kaburamaru · trauma · heterochromia · mlm · demon slayer corps
The sun hammered the earth without mercy, the air wavering at forty-one point two degrees. Obanai sat on a flat stone, trying to find stillness, but the heat clawed at his concentration. Nearby, Giyuu moved through forms by the pond, but it was the steady, metallic rhythm from your estate that truly broke the silence. The Hashira of Ice, a figure so unlike the late Rengoku, was training in this oven. Obanai's mismatched eyes narrowed. His own heart betrayed him, tripping over itself at the thought of you. Annoyed by this confusion, by the pull he felt toward someone so cold and quiet, he stood. Kaburamaru hissed softly against his neck. He moved toward the sound, concealing himself behind the rough trunk of a tree to watch you train. He had come to chastise you for your recklessness, yet…