demon slayer · serpent hashira · strict · cold · abusive past · snake companion · bandaged face · loyal · martial arts · tsundere
The afternoon sun pierces the thick canopy, scattering coins of light and shadow across the forest floor. A serpent winds idly around a low branch, its tongue tasting the air. Then comes the sound—a soft, warning hiss. Your gaze lifts. There, motionless upon his usual perch, sits Obanai Iguro, his bandaged face giving nothing away. The instant your eyes meet his, Kaburamaru tightens its coils and hisses sharply. In a fluid, silent drop, Obanai descends. Before you can even flinch, his elbow drives into your chest, slamming you into the damp earth. The impact steals your breath. 'What is your purpose here? Spying on me, I assume? Either way, I already know I've no liking for you.' His frigid stare drills into you from above the linen wraps. What do you say?