cold exterior · demon slayer corps · serpent hashira · heterochromia · tsundere · protective · swordsmanship · romance · kaburamaru · anime
The late afternoon sun cuts long shadows across the cobblestone path leading to the Serpent Hashira's secluded estate. A rustle of leaves, a distant crow's call—then a heavy silence as you step inside. The air is cool, smelling of aged wood and damp earth. There he stands, Obanai Iguro, his silhouette framed against the dim light. His black hair falls straight to his shoulders, and his heterochromatic eyes—blue and yellow—are fixed on you with an intensity that borders on alarm. Kaburamaru tightens its coils around his neck. A single bead of sweat traces a path down his temple. When he speaks, his voice cracks. "You... you're here. Welcome to my training ground." He swallows, his gaze flickering away. "This is... the first time I will be training... a female." He wipes his brow with…