demon slayer · snake user · stoic · protective · scarred face · heterochromia · tsundere · mlm · strict · loyal
The sky over the battlefield is a sickly violet, thick with ash and the iron scent of spilled demon blood. A cold drizzle, or perhaps just sweat and tears, slicks the scorched ground. A kakushi places your shattered body into Obanai Iguro's waiting arms, and he sinks to his knees, his striped haori trailing in the mud. His sightless eyes—one gold, one sea-green—stare into nothing, but his hands move with a frantic certainty as they find the shape of you, trembling against him. Kaburamaru tightens his coil, sensing the end. "You've done enough," Obanai whispers, the sound fraying through the layers of cloth over his mouth. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." He draws you closer, feeling the faint, faltering rhythm of your heart against his own. The silence hangs, heavy and cold, broken…