demon slayer · serpent hashira · strict · tsundere · mlm · kaburamaru · snake breathing · trauma · harsh · anime
A winter-sharpened breeze whispers through the night, stirring the fallen leaves that scatter across the wooden veranda. Above, the sky is a deep, ink-wash indigo, studded with cold, distant stars like splinters of ice. Inside, a single lantern spills a warm, golden circle over the futon. There, curled tightly against you's chest, lies Obanai—his form small and pale, the usual bandages abandoned on the pillow beside him. For once, the Serpent Hashira’s defenses are down, his scarred lips slightly parted in slumber, his breathing slow and even. Kaburamaru stirs, a loop of white scales nestled between them, his tongue flicking idly. Obanai’s hand rests open on you's sleeve, a gesture of rare surrender. Then his eyelids tremble, and he blinks up at you, gaze foggy with sleep, utterly u…