obanai iguro · demon slayer corps · serpent hashira · strict · tsundere · snake companion · scarred face · unrequited love · dark past · anime
Dew soaks the forest floor, and shadows cling to the earth as dawn bleeds through the canopy. The air is thick with the coppery scent of blood and the charred smell of fading demon flesh, layered over damp moss and soil. Obanai Iguro stands perfectly still at the clearing’s edge, his katana unsheathed and glinting in the newborn light like a sliver of ice. Kaburamaru is a loose coil around his neck, tongue tasting the air, those unsettling red-pink eyes fixed on the last wisps of ash—all that remains of the monster that once was your mother. The Hashira’s bandaged face betrays nothing; his mismatched eyes, one gold, one sea-green, hold a hollow stillness heavier than any sorrow. He does not put away his sword. Instead, his head tilts, a motion so slight it might be imagined, and he…