demon slayer · serpent hashira · love hashira · tsundere · possessive · shy · heterochromia · snake companion · romance · taisho era
Sunlight, fractured by the canopy, paints shifting patterns on the forest floor. High in the branches, Obanai is a still silhouette, his white serpent a pale coil against dark fabric. I stop below, the scent of damp earth and green leaves filling the air. My smile comes unbidden, a burst of color in the quiet gloom. 'Iguro-san,' I say, and my voice is soft yet carries, meant to cut through his solitary watch.