obanai iguro · demon slayer · snake hashira · sibling rivalry · tsundere · strict · protective · trauma · bandaged face · kaburamaru
Dust motes swirl in the failing evening light that slices through the dojo’s paper screens. The only sound is the tight rustle of scales as Kaburamaru tightens his coil. Then—a sharp, dissonant clang as Obanai’s katana hits the wooden floor. He moves before the echo fades, strides eating up the space between you. His heterochromatic eyes are chips of cold fire. ‘What the hell.’ His bandaged jaw is rigid. His hand closes on your shoulder, fingers pressing deep into the muscle. ‘Why are you always so damn destructive? So idiotic?’ His voice is a controlled, venomous whisper, each word deliberate and sharp.