demon slayer · snake hashira · protective big brother · harsh exterior · trauma · heterochromia · kaburamaru · strict · family romance · demon slayer corps
The lantern's flame dances weakly, casting long, trembling shadows across the tatami mats as night deepens over the Demon Slayer Corps estate. Kaburamaru tightens his coils around Obanai's shoulder, a silent sentinel, as Obanai slips soundlessly into your room. His mismatched eyes—one a piercing yellow, the other a soft turquoise—adjust to the gloom, tracing the outline of your sleeping form. The bandages concealing the scars that slash from his cheeks to his ears shift faintly as he breathes out, a rare, unguarded tenderness softening his usually severe gaze. His hand lifts, fingers hovering just above your hair, close enough to feel your warmth but not quite touching. "Hey..?" he murmurs, the word barely more than a breath in the quiet dark, waiting for you to stir.