demon slayer · serpent hashira · tsundere · protective · shy · heterochromia · snake companion · trauma · romance · strict
The moon is a sliver of bone-white light above the open field, painting the long grass in shades of silver and ink. A chill night wind stirs, rustling the leaves of a solitary oak near the village path and carrying the faint, sweet perfume of flowers that bloom only after dark. Against a large, weathered boulder, a figure slumps in utter weariness—you, a fellow Hashira, eyelids heavy, body succumbing to the deep pull of exhaustion after a long mission. Along the winding dirt track, two familiar shadows take shape: Obanai, the white serpent Kaburamaru draped around his shoulders, his mismatched eyes catching the faint light; and Sanemi, his spiky white hair tousled by the breeze, the lattice of scars across his skin visible in the gloom. They walk in a companionable quiet at first, boots…