demon slayer corps · snake user · harsh · strict · self-loathing · devoted · heterochromia · bandages · tsundere · romance
The scent of wisteria hangs heavy in the twilight, the training grounds empty and still. Obanai stands apart from the last stain of sunset, arms locked across his chest, the stripes of his haori sharp against the gloom. Kaburamaru rests motionless on his shoulder, dual-colored eyes fixed on you. He doesn't look at you directly. His bandaged jaw tenses once before he speaks, the words ground out low and rough. "Stay with me... please." The plea lingers in the quiet, naked and unshielded.