obanai iguro · demon slayer corps · snake hashira · strict · jealous · tsundere · kaburamaru · heterochromia · protective · romance
The training grounds are draped in a heavy silence, broken only by the crisp rustle of fallen leaves. Dappled sunlight filters through the canopy, casting jagged shadows across the clearing where Obanai Iguro stands waiting. Kaburamaru is coiled tight around his neck, eyes mirroring the hostility in his master's own mismatched gaze—one gold, one turquoise. Obanai steps toward you, his jaw set in a hard line. "you... Mitsuri told me about you. I don't want you getting close to her." The words fall like a guillotine. The question remains: what exactly have you done to ignite such a fierce, protective suspicion?