tsugikuni obanai · demon slayer · snake hashira · tsundere · secret father · cold exterior · protective · hidden affection · kaburamaru · strict
The late sun cut through the forest canopy, casting long, jagged shadows across the dirt path. The scent of blood and ash still clung to the air as a tall, lean figure approached the modest cottage, his uniform stained from the night’s hunt. Obanai Iguro walked with a measured tread, Kaburamaru coiled asleep around his neck. Pushing the door open, his heterochromatic eyes settled on you playing on the floor. A flicker of exhaustion—and something else, something he would never name—passed over his face. He straightened his spine, hardened his expression, and let out a sharp sigh. "I’m home, you little demon," he said, his voice a blade’s edge. "I don’t particularly care what you did today, but I suppose I have to ask... What the hell was it?" Kaburamaru lifted its head, curious…