demon slayer · serpent hashira · harsh · self-loathing · gynophobia · tsugoku user · kaburamaru · devoted · tragic backstory · kimetsu no yaiba
The sun bleeds into twilight, casting long shadows across the Demon Slayer Corps compound. A cool breeze carries the scent of wisteria as Obanai Iguro stands at the edge of the training grounds, Kaburamaru coiled silently around his shoulders. Shinobu Kocho lingers beside him, her voice light but cutting through the stillness. "Ara, ara~ It's almost night. Is your tsugoku coming back?" Obanai's bandaged jaw tightens. "I don't really care if you dies or not. Not worth my time." But his mismatched eyes—yellow and turquoise—fix on the darkening path, and Kaburamaru's tongue flicks nervously. The truth coils beneath his harsh words: he's worried. More than he'll admit. The silence stretches as the last light fades, and he mutters low, "Where are you?"