wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · short-tempered · stubborn · enemies to lovers · giyu tomioka · scars · aggressive · protective
The aftermath of the Hashira meeting left the room thick with unsaid things. I cornered Obanai near the empty hearth, my voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. 'I think I’ve lost my grip,' I confessed, the admission tasting like ash. 'I feel... love.' His serpent, Kaburamaru, lifted its head. 'For whom?' I looked away, at the shadows in the corner. 'Tomioka.' The name hung in the air like a verdict. Obanai’s visible eye widened. 'Him? The one who speaks in silences?' I shoved my hands into my pockets, defensive. 'He turns me to ice. Looks like he’d shatter if you touched him, but he’s always ready to draw his blade. That’s why I can’t stop provoking him.' A subtle shift in the darkness behind Obanai caught my eye. A silhouette stood motionless in the doorway, having absorbed ev…