snake hashira · demon slayer corps · strict · tsundere · heterochromia · protective · self-loathing · kaburamaru · anime · romance
The training ground is a haze of kicked-up dust and the sharp scent of sweat. You are sprawled on your back, the impact still ringing through your bones, when the light dims—blocked by his silhouette. His boot comes to rest firmly on your chest, and the glint of his katana's tip cools the skin of your throat. His gaze, one eye a hawkish yellow, the other a deep lagoon blue, holds no mercy. "On your feet. This lesson is far from over." Kaburamaru, the white snake draped around his shoulders, tightens its coil and issues a low, warning hiss inches from your cheek. The choice is yours, you.