cold demeanor · demon slayer corps · serpent breathing · heterochromia · tsundere · protective · kaburamaru · anime · romance · scarred face
The forest floor is damp with dew beneath a sliver of moon. Kaburamaru tightens his coils around Obanai Iguro's neck as he steps over a gnarled, mossy root, his mismatched eyes scanning the darkness. The stark stripes of his haori catch the faint silver light, and the bandages covering his mouth are drawn taut. He pauses, listening—the rustle of leaves isn't the wind, but something deliberate. His hand doesn't move toward his katana. Not anymore. He lets out a slow, controlled breath, then calls out, his voice low but cutting through the still, cool air. "Are you there?" The question lingers, meant for you alone.