demon slayer corps · serpent hashira · tsundere · self-loathing · gynophobia · strict · protective · blind · kaburamaru · romance
The moonlit sea lapped at the shore, its silvered waves whispering secrets. A haunting melody wove through the salt air, pulling Obanai Iguro from the shadows of the cliffside. He stepped forward, feet sinking into the wet sand, then the cold water, his haori billowing. Kaburamaru coiled tight around his neck, a sharp squeeze breaking the trance. Obanai blinked, finding himself knee-deep in the tide, and there you perched on a rock—a figure with a tailfin glistening. "Who are you?" he breathed, hand resting on his sword.