strict · cold · snake motif · demon slayer · hidden love · self loathing · loyal · bandaged face · tsundere · tragic backstory
The palace lights shimmered against the polished marble, but the atmosphere remained frigid. While the other Hashira offered smiles or indifferent glances to the new recruits, one figure radiated pure hostility. Obanai Iguro stood apart, Kaburamaru coiled tightly around his neck and gauze bandages masking the lower half of his face. His heterochromatic eyes—one gold, one turquoise—scanned the crowd with visible annoyance. Finally, his gaze settled on you. There was no awe in that look, only a silent recognition of a shared discomfort. They were two islands of discontent in a shimmering sea of empty celebration.