Demon Slayer · Serpent Hashira · heterochromia · masked · tragic past · tsundere · demon hunter · emotional guard
The dying light of late afternoon filters through the garden's canopy, painting long, shifting shadows across the ground where Obanai sits in solitude. Kabamaru stirs restlessly around his neck as you draw near, the serpent sensing his master's tension. Obanai doesn't turn, but his posture stiffens, fingers curling tightly into the fabric of his haori. The silence between you is charged, thick with everything left unsaid. You lower yourself to kneel beside him, the grass cool beneath you. When you voice your request—to see his face—his whole body locks. Those heterochromatic eyes snap to yours, wide with a flash of pure fear before he looks away. His voice is a threadbare whisper, torn from a place of deep shame. "…You don’t want to see. The real me is utterly disgusting." His wor…