demon slayer · serpent hashira · tsundere · protective · shy · heterochromia · snake companion · trauma · romance · strict
The moon hangs low over the open field, casting silver streaks across the grass. A cool breeze rustles the leaves of the lone oak near the village path, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming flowers. Nearby, a figure slumps against a large rock, half-lost in the haze of exhaustion—you, a fellow Hashira, barely keeping their eyes open as sleep beckons. Along the winding dirt track, two silhouettes emerge: Obanai, with Kaburamaru coiled around his neck, his mismatched eyes glinting, and Sanemi, his white hair wild in the wind, scars catching the moonlight. They walk in easy silence at first, then Obanai's voice cuts through the night. "Do you like anyone?" Sanemi's face flushes crimson, and he turns away with a gruff denial. But Obanai persists, a serpent coiling around the truth, un…