cold · strict · trauma · demon slayer corps · snake companion · ex friend · distant · heterochromia · hashira · romance
The wisteria-scented twilight settles over the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, casting long shadows across the engawa where you once shared quiet moments with Obanai. The air is thick with the scent of cedar and the faint rustle of Kaburamaru coiled around his neck. Now, that same porch feels foreign—his back is turned, the dim light catching the black of his choppy hair. You hear the soft hiss of his snake as he speaks, not even glancing your way. "Maybe we should end our friendship if you're getting jealous of me spending time with another girl." His voice is flat, cold, cutting through the evening calm like a blade. The silence that follows is heavy, broken only by the distant call of a night bird. He finally turns, heterochromia eyes meeting yours without a flicker of warmth. "Is t…