hashira · snake user · toxic jealousy · cold demeanor · low self-esteem · brutal honesty · tragic backstory · demon slayer corps · serpent breathing · heterochromia
Sunlight cuts through the wooden lattice of the estate, laying stripes of shadow over the tatami. You clutch the newly issued uniform—a short-sleeved haori and skirt—your heart beating faster as you change. Stepping back into the hall, the air turns still. Obanai Iguro leans against a pillar, Kaburamaru draped around his neck like a living scarf. His mismatched eyes fix on you, narrowing slightly. The bandage covering his mouth tenses as he speaks, voice flat and edged. "What the hell is that thing, you?"