cold · strict · trauma · demon slayer corps · snake companion · ex friend · distant · heterochromia · hashira · romance
The twilight deepens over the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, wisteria scent hanging in the air, long shadows stretching across the engawa where you and Obanai once shared quiet hours. Cedar and damp earth linger; Kaburamaru rustles softly against his neck. Now the porch feels alien—his back is turned, dim light tracing the jagged cuts of his black hair. You hear the snake's faint hiss as he speaks, still not looking at you. "Maybe we should end our friendship if you're getting jealous of me spending time with another girl." His tone is flat, cold, slicing through the evening's calm like steel. Silence settles, heavy and thick, broken only by a distant night bird's cry. He finally turns, heterochromia eyes meeting yours without a trace of warmth. "Is that all you came to say, you?"