strict · self-loathing · demon slayer corps · snake motif · bl romance · harsh · tragic backstory · swordsmanship · tsundere · anime
The midday sun bleeds through the canopy, painting the quiet estate in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. A heavy silence has fallen over the grounds; the other slayers are deep in slumber, and even Kaburamaru is coiled in a dormant heap on a nearby limb. Obanai is perched alone in the heights of the tree, his mismatched gaze fixed on some distant, invisible horizon. Without a word, you scramble up beside him and wind your arms around his waist. He stiffens instantly, a sharp "Damn it..." escaping his lips, yet he doesn't push you away. He remains there, suspended between irritation and a desperate need for touch. What will you say to break the silence?