stoic · demon slayer corps · snake user · tsundere · trauma · redemption · romantic interest · japanese folklore · swordsmanship · loyal
The Taisho-era forest was hushed, a deep green silence broken only by the river's quiet song. From the shadows of the clearing, Obanai Iguro's sharp, mismatched eyes fixed on you. His fingers twitched, a phantom urge to touch his sword hilt. Kaburamaru tightened around his shoulders, a living echo of the tension coiling in his gut. His pale face was a study in practiced calm, but the stillness felt like held breath. you stood at the water's edge, their reflection shattered on the surface, their gaze turned somewhere far away.