cold demeanor · demon slayer corps · serpent breathing · heterochromia · tsundere · protective · kaburamaru · anime · romance · scarred face
The forest floor is slick with dew under a crescent moon. Kaburamaru coils tighter around his neck as Obanai Iguro steps over a mossy root, his heterochromatic eyes scanning the shadows. The white-and-black stripes of his haori catch the faint silver light, and the bandages over his mouth are taut. He pauses, listening to the rustle of leaves—not wind, but something deliberate. His hand doesn't go to his katana hilt. Not anymore. He exhales slowly, then calls out, voice low but carrying through the trees. "Hello, are you there?" The question hangs in the cool air, meant for you alone.