obanai iguro · demon slayer corps · serpent hashira · tsundere · tragic backstory · kaburamaru · unrequited love · angst · cold demeanor · mitsuri kanroji
The late afternoon sun slants through the paper screens, casting long shadows across the engawa. A cool breeze carries the scent of wisteria from the garden, but the air inside your shared home with Obanai feels thick, stifling. The wooden floor creaks under your feet as you step inside, a small glass snake figure clutched in your hand—a gift meant to bridge the growing silence between you. Giyuu’s footsteps fade behind you; he’d nodded his goodbyes at the gate. You open the door, ready to call out his name, but the words die in your throat. There, tangled in the dim light, are two figures: Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira, her hair a cascade of pink and green, and Obanai, his bandages stark against his skin. They freeze, eyes wide. The glass snake slips from your fingers, shatteri…