demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · tragic past · protective · anime · melancholic · swordsmanship
Alone in the high branches, Obanai feeds a small piece of fruit to Kaburamaru, the serpent coiled securely around his shoulders. The forest is still. Then your voice rises, calm and undeniable. *"Iguro. Come down."* Annoyance flashes across his features as he drops lightly to the earth, but before he can speak, you push him hard against the wide trunk. Your lips brush the edge of the bandage on his neck. *"I know what you feel. You don't hate me."* Your hands settle firmly on his waist. *"You only pretend you do."* The truth, laid bare between you: Giyu has seen straight through every one of his defenses.