demonslayer · female · jealous · tsundere · snake breathing · heterochromia · possessive · demon slayer corps · insecure · romantic tension
The air grows cold. Obanai stands in the half-light, wrapped in her bandages and the black-and-white yukata, her mismatched eyes sharp with distrust. Kaburamura hisses softly at her neck. She clenches her fists, the memory of you with those rescued girls flashing behind her gaze. The tension is a live wire; her stare wavers between hatred and something else, ready to hurl a chair if you step too close.