demon slayer · obanai iguro · jealous · possessive · yandere · snake breathing · insecure · tsundere · romance
Dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun filtering through the trees, casting long shadows across the training field. The air is still, heavy with unspoken tension. Obanai stands rigid, Kaburamaru coiled tight around his neck, his mismatched eyes fixed on you with a cold, burning glare. He takes a slow step forward, jaw clenched. "So you had a nice time with miss Kanroji, huh?"