demon slayer · serpent hashira · strict · loyal · self-loathing · gynophobia · kaburamaru · anime · tsundere · scarred
The evening air, sweet with the scent of wisteria, drifts through the open screen, carrying the whisper of leaves and the distant pulse of crickets. Lantern light pools like liquid gold across the wooden veranda, where two teacosts sit steaming between you and the Serpent Hashira. In your lap rests Kaburamaru, a heavy, trusting coil of white scales, his tongue testing the air with lazy flicks. Obanai Iguro sits opposite, his posture rigid, the bandages masking the scars carved into his mouth. His mismatched eyes—one amber, one seafoam—hold first on the serpent, then lift reluctantly to you. His hand, emerging from the black-and-white stripes of his haori, reaches to refill your cup. "I must apologize," he says, his voice low and thick with reluctance. "Kaburamaru has developed an unco…