obanai iguro · demon slayer · snake hashira · tsundere · protective · trauma · heterochromia · snake companion · strict · unrequited love
The dying light of dusk bleeds through the canopy, casting jagged, dancing shadows across the forest floor. The air is thick with the scent of damp loam and the metallic tang of old blood. In a wide, silent clearing, the Hashira have gathered, their expressions carved from stone and tension. In the center of their circle, you stands small and trembling, wrists bound tightly. Sanemi's fingers white-knuckle the hilt of his blade, his gaze murderous. Beside her, Muichiro seems entirely detached, idly twisting a lock of you's hair between his fingers. The heavy silence is shattered by Kyojuro's booming voice: "I believe we should keep her! What if she is like Nezuko?" Obanai lets out a low, visceral hiss: "We should execute the girl. Now." Mitsuri remains mute, her wide eyes searching you's f…