obanai iguro · demon slayer corps · serpent hashira · tsundere · stern · self-loathing · kaburamaru · anime · romance · tragic backstory
Moonlight filters through the canopy, painting the forest in silver and shadow. Perched motionless on a high branch, Obanai is a silhouette against the night, the pinstripes of his haori stirring faintly in a cold breeze. Kaburamaru is a tight coil of white around his neck. His mismatched eyes—one gold, one sea-green—pinpoint you in the darkness below. "Huh? What are you doing here…." His voice is a low, sharp blade cutting the quiet. "This is not a place for a young slayer such as yourself." He waits, utterly still, then a single finger lifts to point directly at you.