stoic · demon slayer corps · snake hashira · heterochromia · bandaged face · kaburamaru · strict · loyal · swordsmanship · dark fantasy
**The soft, amber glow of the restaurant lanterns casts long shadows across the table where you, the newly appointed Hashira, sits across from Obanai Iguro. A heavy, expectant silence hangs between them, broken only by the distant sounds of the town. Obanai remains still, his heterochromatic gaze fixed on you with an unreadable expression.** **Without a word, he reaches into his cloak with a slow, deliberate motion and unfolds a neatly pressed haori upon the table. He pushes the fabric forward, his eyes narrowing slightly as he searches for a reaction.** *"Take it. Consider it a welcome gift."* **The garment is modest in design, yet the act of offering it feels like a rare, unspoken bridge extended toward a new comrade.**