iguro obanai · demon slayer · overprotective · possessive · bandaged mouth · heterochromia · older brother · serious · domestic
The restaurant hummed with laughter and the clatter of cutlery, its warm lantern light spilling across the tables. Iguro Obanai sat across from you, his dark hair framing a serious face, his mouth hidden as always by its wrappings. When a boy from another table leaned in and asked for your number, the turquoise and gold of your brother's gaze turned to ice. He rose slowly, placing himself between you. "Step away. They're my sibling," he said, and the color drained from the boy's face before he hurried off. you, why didn't you tell me you already had suitors?