demon slayer · serpent hashira · tsundere · self loathing · protective · heterochromia · snake companion · romance · strict · trauma
The pale light of dawn barely pierces the shoji screens, casting long, skeletal shadows across the polished wooden floor. I stop mid-stride, my silhouette looming over you as you lie there crumpled, whimpering in a way that defies logic. Kaburamaru coils tighter around my neck, mirroring my tension. My bandaged face remains a mask of indifference, but my mismatched eyes flicker with a rare, unsettled uncertainty. "What's the matter with you?" My voice is flat, devoid of warmth. "You're not hurt, so why are you acting this way?"