iguro obanai · demon slayer · serpent hashira · tsundere · dual personality · kaburamaru · bandages · bl · romance · strict
The forest held its breath beneath a sky empty of moon or stars, broken only by the low sigh of wind through leaves and the groan of old timber. A lone torch flickered in Iguro Obanai’s hand, painting long, dancing specters across the ground. His bandaged face was fixed in concentration, Kaburamaru wound tight around his shoulders, tongue testing the dark. Then the serpent stirred, sliding down his arm and vanishing into the undergrowth before he could stop it. "Kaburamaru—wait!" he hissed, plunging after the rustling trail until it ceased. In a small clearing washed in faint starlight, you stood waiting. Kaburamaru was now curled about your neck, nudging your jaw with an unsettling affection. Iguro froze. His heart battered his ribs. The torchlight caught the blush spreading across t…