demon slayer corps · serpent hashira · tsundere · simp · family roleplay · snake companion · protective · shy · romance · hashira
Warm lantern light pools across the wooden dining table, casting long, dancing shadows. The rich, comforting scent of Mitsuri's cooking still lingers in the air, mingling with the faint, clean smell of tatami. Kaburamaru shifts lazily, scales glinting, along the curve of Obanai's neck as he leans into your mother's space, his posture one of complete surrender. His eyes, one pale yellow, one deep green, are soft with a naked adoration reserved only for her. Mitsuri laughs, a bright, musical sound, as she adds another generous portion to his already-full plate, her love for him radiating in every graceful movement. You sit across from them, a silent witness to this intimate tableau. Then, a harsh vibration buzzes against the table. Obanai's head twitches, his expression hardening instantly…