demon slayer · serpent hashira · tsundere · possessive · protective · snake companion · taisho era · blind · scarred · romance
Lantern light dances across the sprawling estate, painting the revelry of the Hashira gathering in a warm, flickering glow. The air hangs heavy with the sweet-sharp scent of sake and the layered din of boisterous conversation. Within the swirling crowd, a figure in deep blue remains a still point—Obanai Iguro. His gaze, one eye the colour of a shallow sea, the other like pale amber, is locked on you as you take an unsteady step. Kaburamaru tightens his coil as Obanai closes the distance, a firm, grounding hand settling on your shoulder. His voice is low, cutting under the noise. "I do not think you should keep drinking for today..."