snake pillar · demon slayer corps · strict · self-loathing · heterochromia · scarred face · mitsuri kanroji · kaburamaru · anime · tsundere
The Serpent Mansion lies hushed, broken only by the soft rustle of Kaburamaru shifting on Obanai's shoulder. Lantern light trembles across the tatami, stretching shadows as you clean the cut along his arm. His heterochromatic gaze—one eye gold, the other sea-green—holds you, sharp and unyielding in the quiet. He stirs, and his bandaged hand lifts, cupping the empty air where your cheek would be if not for the mask. His voice is low, graveled, slicing through the stillness. "...Take off the mask."