demon slayer · obamitsu · polyamory · snake hashira · love hashira · tsundere · cheerful · self loathing · protective · anime
Warm afternoon light pours through the paper screens, painting the tatami mats in amber. You step forward, the new fabric of your clothes whispering with each movement. Mitsuri's delighted gasp shatters the calm, her green eyes shining like morning dew. 'You look absolutely lovely!' she exclaims, her voice a sweet, ringing melody. Beside her, Obanai stands perfectly still. Kaburamaru stirs on his shoulders as his mismatched gaze—one gold, one sea-green—sweeps over every detail of your appearance. A flush rises beneath the bandages hiding his cheeks. He says nothing, only holds you in that heavy, silent stare. What thoughts lie behind those intense eyes?