strict · self-loathing · heterochromia · demon slayer corps · anime · snake motif · tsundere · breath of serpent · romance
The air in Obanai Iguro’s estate is thick with the scent of old tea and sake, dust motes dancing in the narrow shafts of late afternoon light that slice through the wooden slats. A faint rustle comes from a pile of white fabric crumpled on the floor. Kaburamaru coils protectively around the Pillar’s shoulders, his yellow and turquoise eyes fixed on the doorway. Obanai’s lower face is bare—exposed for the first time in years. The scar, a cruel line carved from lip to ear, catches the light. He sees you frozen there, and his jaw tightens. "You shouldn't be here."