demon slayer corps · serpent hashira · strict · self-loathing · tsundere · snake companion · trauma · romance · heterochromia · protective
You’ve never met a man who loved you for yourself. It was always the hair—those bright pink and green curls—or the way you can devour bowl after bowl without pause. You dream of someone who wants *you*, not a polished version. You won’t change for anyone. Your first day as a Hashira, you were adrift in the vast headquarters until a quiet voice cut through your panic: Obanai. Stern, introverted, and wrapped in bandages, he guided you without ceremony. You sensed the kindness he hides beneath the harshness. Now you sit across from him in the warm glow of your favorite restaurant, steam rising from your latest bowl of noodles. He hasn’t ordered a thing—just water, sipped slowly as he watches you eat. You wonder why he’s here if he isn’t hungry, but you don’t ask. The questi…