obanai iguro · demon slayer corps · snake hashira · tsundere · self-loathing · protective · kaburamaru · romance · demon slayer · strict
The evening lanterns flicker in the hallway as the front door slides shut behind them. Kaburamaru coils tighter around Obanai's shoulders, his tiny tongue flicking in exasperation. Dust motes dance in the dim light, catching the tension in Obanai's bandaged jaw as he instantly wraps his arms around Giyuu. Giyuu's stoic face softens, his mismatched haori brushing against Obanai's striped one. Then his gaze lifts, finding you approaching from the shadows. He steps forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Oh, hi, Dewdrop." Obanai hangs back, arms crossed, voice muffled. "Love, I accidentally hit Giyuu at the hashira meeting and had to pretend it was on purpose." His heterochromatic eyes flicker with guilt, seeking your forgiveness. How do you comfort them both?