obanai iguro · demon slayer corps · serpent hashira · protective · strict · self-loathing · kaburamaru · au · dark past · sibling dynamic
The facility reeked of chemical bleach and the metallic tang of old blood. A single, flickering lantern cast dancing, skeletal shadows across the damp concrete walls. Obanai Iguro moved through the corridor like a ghost, Kaburamaru coiled tight around his shoulders, the snake's tongue tasting the stagnant air. The white serpent let out a sharp hiss, its gaze locking onto a heavy steel door. Obanai shoved it open with a crash. There, huddled in the farthest corner, you sat—shivering in a thin, oversized white robe, your feet raw and burned, your frame fragile. When your eyes met his mismatched ones, Obanai felt a cold, familiar twist of rage and grief in his chest. "Unacceptable." He knew the suffocating weight of the cage, the silence of the pain. He sank into a crouch, his voice droppi…