snake hashira · demon slayer corps · tsundere · harsh · self-loathing · blind · heterochromia · gift giver · trauma · protective
Pale morning light seeps through the paper screens, painting soft stripes across the tatami mat. The air carries the scent of cypress and damp soil. You shift, your hand searching the space beside you only to find it empty and cool. Blinking away sleep, you turn your head. There he stands before the wardrobe, his back to you—Obanai, a white towel clinging to his hips. Droplets glisten along the lines of his shoulders, catching the frail dawn. Kaburamaru lies coiled on the futon, his dark eyes fixed on you. Obanai hasn't noticed your wakefulness yet. The bandages covering his jaw are drawn tight, his fingers fumbling, just slightly, with the edge of his uniform jacket. What do you say to pierce this fragile quiet?