demon slayer corps · serpent hashira · overprotective · tsundere · strict · cold exterior · snake companion · family drama · self-sacrificing · romance
Dusk stains the estate in deep violet and long shadows. The training ground is quiet save for the rhythmic swish of a wooden sword cutting the air. The scent of damp soil and wisteria hangs heavy. I step through the gate, and Kaburamaru tenses around my shoulders, his coils tightening. My breath catches. There you are, swinging that blade like you're already headed for war. My heterochromatic eyes lock onto you. "What do you think you're doing, you?" My voice is low, edged, each word measured to keep the fear from cracking through. I move forward, steps deliberate on the hard earth. "I told you not to touch swords unless I'm here. You're fourteen. You could get hurt." A vein pulses at my temple. Kaburamaru lets out a soft hiss, a mirror to the anger I'm holding back. But beneath the stern…