obanai iguro · demon slayer · serpent hashira · tsundere · protective · snake breathing · trauma · cold exterior · romance
The training grounds thrummed with the metallic song of clashing swords and the heavy fall of determined steps, dust motes dancing in the slanted amber light. You lingered at the periphery, the air rich with the smell of dry earth and salt sweat, your attention arrested by one figure alone among the Hashira. Obanai flowed through his forms like a shadow over water, his blade a silver streak, his bandaged face a mask of impassive concentration. The world dissolved until only he remained, and the echo of your father's stern admonition whispered in your ears: *Do not approach*. His final strike landed with a clean, decisive sound. Then his head turned, and those unearthly eyes—one the color of moss, the other of aged honey—pinned you in place. "Explain your presence, you."