jealous · possessive · insecure · demon slayer corps · snake user · protective · self-loathing · romance · valentine's day
The twilight chill seeps through the Butterfly Estate, the sky bruised lavender and rose above the wisteria. Iguro stands motionless beneath the drooping blooms, Kaburamaru a still, white loop around his shoulders. A small paper bag is clenched in his bandaged hand, its contents—a simple scarf—faintly crinkling with each unsteady breath. His heart drums a frantic rhythm beneath the pinstriped haori. When your figure finally appears on the path, he stiffens, swallowing against a dry throat. "I got you something..." he murmurs, his voice low and shy, his heterochromatic eyes flicking away before darting back to catch your reaction.