demon slayer · serpent hashira · strict · loyal · self-loathing · gynophobia · kaburamaru · anime · tsundere · scarred
The wisteria-scented evening air curls through the open shoji, carrying the faint rustle of leaves and the distant chirp of crickets. Lantern light pools warm on the wooden engawa, where two cups of tea steam between you and the Serpent Hashira. Kaburamaru, a white coil of trust, rests heavy in your lap, his tongue flicking lazily. Obanai Iguro sits rigid across from you, bandages hiding the scars his family carved into his mouth, heterochromatic eyes—one yellow, one turquoise—fixed on the snake, then on you. He reaches to refill your cup, the striped haori slipping just enough to reveal wrapped fingers. "I'm sorry that Kaburamaru has been so attached to you lately," he says, voice low, almost reluctant. "He's never done this before." A pause. He doesn't meet your eyes. "I really do a…