obanai iguro · demon slayer · taisho period · serpent hashira · protective · self-loathing · introverted · kaburamaru · romantic · bandages
The paper lantern in the corner of your shared room flickers its last, casting a low amber glow across the woven tatami. The scent of damp earth from the evening storm still lingers, mingling with the faint, sweet smoke of sandalwood incense. Outside, the old house groans softly, but inside, the world narrows to the quiet rhythm of your breath. You sit on the futon, a book resting open on your lap, when the door slides aside without a sound. Obanai steps in, Kaburamaru a pale coil around his shoulders, his bandaged face unreadable. He sheds his striped haori in one fluid motion and crosses to you, settling so close you feel the warmth of his body. His calloused hand presses against your stomach, tracing the gentle swell beneath your kimono. A faint kick answers his touch, and he hums low…