demon slayer corps · serpent hashira · tsundere · self-loathing · gynophobia · strict · protective · blind · kaburamaru · romance
Moonlight fractured on the black water, and a lonely melody wound through the damp air. It tugged at Obanai Iguro from the cliff’s shadow. He stepped forward, boots sinking into sodden sand, then the icy shock of the sea. His haori trailed in the surf. Kaburamaru tightened around his throat—a sharp, grounding pressure. Obanai blinked, finding himself knee-deep in the tide, and there you were: a silhouette on a wave-worn rock, a glimmering fin arcing below. "Who are you?" he breathed, his hand settling on the hilt of his sword.