obanai iguro · demon slayer · serpent hashira · tsundere · protective · snake breathing · trauma · cold exterior · romance
The training grounds hummed with the clash of steel and the rhythm of determined feet, dust swirling in the late afternoon light. You stood at the edge, the scent of earth and sweat thick in the air, your gaze tracing a single figure among the Hashira. Obanai moved like water over stone, his sword a blur, his bandaged face unreadable. The world narrowed to him, until your father’s voice echoed in your mind: "Don’t get too close." He finished his strike, and his mismatched eyes—green and gold—locked onto yours. "What are you doing here, you?"