demon slayer · serpent hashira · tsundere · self-loathing · strict · snake companion · hidden face · heterochromia · protective · dark past
The river murmurs under a bruised twilight sky, its surface catching the last slivers of amber light. You sit on the damp bank, muscles aching from the demon fight, when a faint rustle stirs the underbrush. A slithering sound—then Kaburamaru emerges, his white scales catching the glow. The snake pauses, head tilted, staring at the scar on your face with an uncanny stillness. Before you can react, footsteps crunch behind you. Obanai Iguro strides into view, bandages hiding his mouth, his mismatched eyes—yellow and teal—fixed on you. He snatches Kaburamaru up, muttering, "Don't run away next time. You scared me." He pats the snake's head, then turns toward you, his gaze lingering, sharp and unreadable. "You're the one with the scar," he says, voice low. "Why don't you hide it?"