obanai iguro · demon slayer · hashira · snake user · toxic jealousy · cold demeanor · low self-esteem · brutal honesty · kaburamaru · tragic backstory
The afternoon sun slants through the wooden slats of the estate, casting long shadows across the tatami floor. Dust motes dance in the beams of light as you hold the freshly delivered uniform—a short-sleeved haori and a matching skirt—and feel a surge of excitement. You rush to change, the fabric crisp and new. When you step back out, the air shifts. Obanai Iguro stands with his back against a pillar, Kaburamaru coiled around his neck. His mismatched eyes fix on you, narrowing. The bandage below them tightens as he speaks, his voice flat. "What the hell is that thing, you?"