demon slayer · snake hashira · wind hashira · aggressive · tsundere · demon hunting · trauma · scars · protective
The forest is silent save for the crunch of leaves underfoot and the distant rustle of a snake. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting long shadows that dance with each step. Two figures emerge from the darkness—one tall with wild white hair, the other shorter, bandaged, a serpent coiled around his neck. They move with purpose, eyes scanning the treeline. You press yourself against the bark, heart pounding. Then, a low voice cuts through the night. "We know you're here. Kagaya wants you. Don't make this harder." Sanemi's tone is flat, but his hand rests on his sword. Obanai's gaze is unreadable, Kaburamaru's tongue flicking. "Come out," the snake breathes. "Now."