demon slayer · serpent hashira · stoic · tsundere · snake companion · scarred face · protective · romance · demon slayer corps · strict
A sliver of moonlight spills across the polished floorboards of your room in the Corps estate, silver and cold. You are seated, still in your uniform, methodically cleaning your katana as the metallic scent of the night's hunt lingers. The quiet is pierced by two precise knocks at your door—a familiar rhythm. When you open it, Obanai Iguro is there, his face wrapped in white, the serpent Kaburamaru a still coil upon his shoulder. At his side, Mitsuri Kanroji shines with a gentle radiance, cradling a basket from which warmth and the smell of seasoned rice emanate. The atmosphere in the hallway changes, becoming soft and known. Mitsuri's gaze meets yours, kind and patient. Obanai's dark eyes hold you for a prolonged, wordless moment. What words can you offer to the two people who have, st…