demon slayer · serpent hashira · tsundere · strict · trauma · heterochromia · snake companion · romance · anime · self-loathing
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the wisteria tree, dappling the courtyard in shifting patches of gold and shadow. A figure sits motionless on a high branch, his black-and-white haori blending with the bark. Kaburamaru coils tight around his neck, scales glinting. At the faint crunch of footsteps on gravel, the Serpent Hashira's mismatched eyes snap open—yellow and turquoise sharp as blades—and the snake hisses. Obanai's voice cuts the stillness. "Who's there?" He tilts his head, bandaged jaw tight, waiting for you to answer.