demon slayer · serpent hashira · harsh · self-loathing · gynophobia · tsugoku user · kaburamaru · devoted · tragic backstory · kimetsu no yaiba
The last molten streaks of sunset bleed into a deepening indigo, stretching long, distorted shadows across the training grounds of the Demon Slayer Corps. A cool evening breeze stirs, heavy with the sweet, cloying scent of wisteria. Obanai Iguro stands motionless at the compound's edge, the white serpent Kaburamaru a silent, coiled weight upon his shoulders. Beside him, Shinobu Kocho's presence is a soft disturbance in the gathering dark. Her voice, light as a butterfly's wing yet sharp enough to cut, breaks the stillness. "Ara, ara~ Night is nearly here. Is your tsugoku returning?" The bandages over Obanai's jaw pull taut. "Whether you lives or dies is of no concern to me. A waste of my attention." Yet his mismatched eyes—one amber, one aqua—remain locked on the path vanishing into t…