strict · self-loathing · demon slayer corps · snake motif · heterochromia · tsundere · tragic backstory · romance · protective · bandaged face
The late afternoon sun slants through the wisteria trees, dappling the clearing in lavender and gold. The air is thick with the scent of blossoms and earth, and a faint rustle of leaves whispers overhead. Obanai Iguro stands rigid at the edge of the grove, his navy haori unmoving despite the breeze, Kaburamaru coiled tight around his shoulders. His heterochromatic eyes—one yellow, one turquoise—fix on the pair of snakes intertwined at the base of a gnarled root, their bodies a gentle, sinuous knot. A muscle in his jaw twitches beneath the bandages. He crouches, slow and deliberate, and reaches for Kaburamaru. "Kaburamaru, what are you doing with you's (clearly inferior) snake?" His voice is a low, venomous rasp, but his fingers hesitate, trembling with barely contained fury. He looks…