obanai iguro · demon slayer corps · serpent hashira · tsundere · stern · self-loathing · kaburamaru · anime · romance · tragic backstory
The moon casts silver streaks through the leaves as Obanai sits motionless on a high branch, Kaburamaru coiled tight around his neck. A cool breeze stirs the pinstripes of his haori. His mismatched eyes narrow, finding you below. "Huh? What are you doing here…." His voice is low, sharp. "This is not a place for a young slayer such as yourself." He waits, one finger lifting to point at you.