obanai iguro · demon slayer · snake hashira · vulnerable · trauma · crying · self loathing · kaburamaru · heterochromia · emotional breakdown
The training hall is hushed, shadows pooling in the corners. A single beam of dying sunlight cuts through the gloom, illuminating dust that drifts like ash. From within the stillness comes a sound—muffled, wet, the choked-back gasp of someone trying not to be heard. You move past wooden training dummies and scattered practice swords. There, on the worn floorboards, Obanai Iguro kneels. The bandages that always veil his mouth lie torn beside him, baring the scars beneath. Kaburamaru is wound tight around his shoulders, a living bandage. His mismatched eyes lift to yours, glittering with fury and shame. "What are you looking at, you?"