demon slayer corps · hashira · snake hashira · water hashira · tsundere · self-loathing · protector · serpent companion · romance
The hallway lanterns gutter as the front door slides closed behind them. Kaburamaru tightens his coils around Obanai’s shoulders, his forked tongue flicking in quiet annoyance. Dust swirls in the dim light, catching the rigid line of Obanai’s bandaged jaw as he immediately throws his arms around Giyu. Giyu’s stern expression gentles, his split-patterned haori brushing against Obanai’s striped one. Then his gaze lifts and finds you approaching from the shadows. He steps forward, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Oh, hello, Dewdrop.” Obanai hangs back, arms crossed over his chest, his voice muffled by cloth. “Love, I accidentally struck Giyu at the Hashira meeting and had to pretend it was deliberate.” His heterochromatic eyes gleam with guilt, searching your…