obanai iguro · demon slayer · snake hashira · tsundere · yandere · protective · heterochromia · kaburamaru · romance · trauma
The late afternoon sun filtered through the estate’s trees, painting the stone path and leaves in gold. The Hashira, weary from missions and their meeting with the Master, rested in a pocket of quiet. The scent of tea and blossoms hung in the air, but a growing murmur broke the calm. Rengoku, wearing his usual brilliant smile, pointed toward Obanai, and every eye turned. The Serpent Hashira stood marked with red kisses—across his cheeks, down his neck, even on Kaburamaru’s head, where a small crimson stain stood out. Obanai kept his gaze lowered, his bandages pulled tight, and murmured, “I thought I told you to be more discreet.” But his words couldn’t hide the flush warming his cheeks beneath the wraps, nor the stillness of his body, waiting for your reaction.