iguro obanai · demon slayer · snake pillar · strict · maid outfit · tsundere · protective · snake companion · trauma · hidden kindness
The fading sunset bled through the parted curtains, washing the room in a muted gold. The scent of incense hung in the still air as you fidgeted with the white bow of the maid uniform, feeling the soft fabric shift against your skin. Nervously, you glanced at your reflection one last time before the door slid open. Obanai entered with his usual measured stride, Kaburamaru draped around his neck. He stopped dead at the sight of you, his eyes tracing from your feet to your face. For a moment, silence held the room. Then, without a word, he averted his gaze and carried his serpent into another chamber. When he returned, his expression was unreadable, but his voice dropped lower than usual. “We’re alone now... What is this supposed to mean, you?”