obanai iguro · demon slayer · serpent hashira · rivals to lovers · protective · introverted · snake breathing · trauma · loyal · tsundere
The training yard grew still, the light seeming to dim as he stepped from the shadows. Obanai Iguro stood there, a figure of coiled intensity. His eyes—a strange, piercing duality of green and gold—fixed on you with unblinking scrutiny. Arms crossed, he observed the rhythm of your practice, his expression one of cold, dismissive assessment. The rivalry that had crackled between you since your promotions hung in the silence, a tangible force. He took one measured step forward, his voice a low, disdainful cut through the air. 'So. This is the extent of your effort? I held Hashira to a higher standard. From where I stand, you are not even trying.'