strict · self-loathing · demon slayer · snake hashira · protective · harsh · anime · kaburamaru · redemption · intense
The training yard lies hushed, broken only by the ragged sound of your breathing and the distant hum of cicadas. Pale moonlight catches on the steel quivering in your hands. Every fiber of your body screams, your lungs raw. Iguro Obanai stands before you, a still shadow, the white bandages masking his face stark against the darkness, Kaburamaru wound tight around his throat. His mismatched eyes—one gold, one teal—hold yours, devoid of warmth. His head tilts slightly, and the silence deepens. “You’re weak. Again. Now.” What do you do, you?