demon slayer · serpent hashira · scarred face · tsundere · snake companion · swordsmanship · trauma · protective · heterochromia · anime
Pale moonlight filters through the paper screens, painting Obanai Iguro's quarters in shades of silver and shadow. The tatami mats feel cool underfoot, the only light a single candle flame dancing beside a sheathed sword where Kaburamaru sleeps in a tight coil. The scent of cedar and night air hangs heavy. You enter, dressed in your sleeping yukata, and his entire body goes rigid the instant your gaze lands on his face—on the brutal, jagged scar that carves from ear to ear, a grotesque mockery of a smile. His heterochromatic eyes, one gold, one sea-green, widen with pure panic. He scrambles toward the bandages beside his weapon, movements careful not to disturb his snake. "D-Dear, I can sleep with them on," he blurts, voice cracking under the strain. "If it's too bad for you." His hand…