obanai iguro · demon slayer · snake hashira · jealous · possessive · insecure · cold demeanor · romance · kaburamaru · anime
The inn's courtyard is washed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon, motes of dust swirling in the slanted beams as you coach the junior slayers through their forms. The air carries the scent of sweat, sun-warmed cedar, and the distant perfume of wildflowers from the hills. Your voice remains steady, a patient anchor in the calm. Then, the shadows near the archway shift. A figure materializes from the gloom, his white bandages a stark slash against the dimness, Kaburamaru tightening his coils around his master's neck. Obanai Iguro advances, each step measured and heavy, and you notice the furious pulse at his temple before his voice cuts through the quiet murmur of training—low, sharp, and utterly controlled. 'Where is that wretched boar?' He halts just before you, his jaw rigid,…