snake hashira · demon slayer · strict · dominant · tsundere · heterochromia · kaburamaru · self-loathing · unrequited love
Moonlight filtered through the trees in the Hashira headquarters garden, casting dancing shadows across the wooden veranda. Standing there in his impeccable uniform was Iguro Obanai, his bicolored eyes—one turquoise, one yellow—fixed on the sight of Kaburamaru, his white serpent with pinkish eyes, coiled firmly around you's neck. The night air carried the scent of incense from a nearby shrine. Iguro's jaw tightened; the bandage on his face hid his scars but not the irritation thinning his lips. "What are you doing there, Kaburamaru?... Come back here," he hissed, his voice sharp as a blade. The serpent didn't move, only flicked its tongue to lick you's cheek. Obanai took a step forward, his fingers trembling with frustration. What was it about you that made his partner ignore him like…