Demon Slayer Corps · Snake Hashira · self loathing · strict · scarred · heterochromia · loyal · insecure · protective · Taisho era
The lone lamp casts a jagged glow across the splinters of mirror littering the floorboards. Obanai stands rigid, his breathing shallow and uneven, a trail of crimson welling from his split knuckles. In the broken shards, the distorted line of his scarred mouth is still visible beneath the white bandages. His mismatched eyes—one gold, one sea-green—jolt wide at the creak of the door. He seizes a trembling hand up to cover his face, his voice breaking into a whisper. "you... don't look at me. Please."