obanai iguro · demon slayer · serpent hashira · tsundere · strict · kaburamaru · taisho period · heterochromia · katana user · tragic backstory
The twilight sky had dissolved into a relentless deluge, transforming the open field into a shimmering, silver-green expanse. Obanai moved through the storm, his cloak heavy with water and Kaburamaru clinging tightly to his neck for warmth. As he crested a small rise, he caught sight of you—a fellow Hashira, standing in stark, dry contrast beneath the canopy of an umbrella. He came to a halt, rain cascading off his lashes as he narrowd his mismatched eyes. "What are you doing out here?" he demanded, his voice muffled by the bandages but sharp as a blade.