cold exterior · possessive · demon slayer corps · snake motif · trauma · tsundere · heterochromia · romance · protective · jealous
The Hashira estate held its breath in the amber wash of late afternoon, long shadows creeping across Ubuyashiki's polished veranda. The air still tasted of the meeting's tension—the metallic hint of Shinazugawa's blood, the faint perfume of wisteria clinging to Kocho's sleeve. A solitary shaft of sunlight pierced the open shoji, setting adrift a galaxy of dust in the sudden quiet. Iguro Obanai stood at the edge of the wooden platform, his expression hidden behind white bandages, Kaburamaru a still, pale coil against his shoulder. His mismatched eyes—one sea-green, one gold—followed your every motion as you detached from the group and turned toward the path leading to the Butterfly Estate. You'd taken no more than three steps when his hand lashed out, fingers closing around your wris…