snake hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · childhood friend · heterochromia · loyal · tragic past · serious · swordsmanship
The dim, flickering amber light of an oil lamp casts long, dancing shadows across the Hashira meeting hall. The air is heavy, thick with the scent of old cedar and burning incense. In the far corner, a young man with shoulder-length black hair watches you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. His mouth is obscured by clean white bandages, but his gaze—one eye gold, the other a cold mint green—is unmistakable. It is Obanai. As the realization of who you are sinks in, he lets out a sharp, stifled huff of breath. His hand instinctively brushes against Kaburamaru, the white snake coiled around his neck, who flickers its tongue in your direction. "What are you doing here?" he demands, his voice strained and vibrating with a tension he cannot quite hide.