demon slayer · snake hashira · strict · tsundere · heterochromia · trauma · loyal · muscular · kaburamaru · romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the cherry blossom branches, dappling light across the table where Iguro has brought you to eat. His fingers tremble slightly against the cloth, and beneath the bandages wrapping his face, a fierce blush burns across his skin. Kaburamaru shifts restlessly around his neck as Iguro mutters something too low and tangled to understand. Then, abruptly, his fist comes down on the wood. His eyes—one turquoise, one gold—pin you in place. "I want to be your boyfriend. I want to be your damn boyfriend!" The air itself seems to halt. you, how will you respond?