strict · self-loathing · demon slayer corps · snake motif · heterochromia · tsundere · tragic backstory · romance · protective · bandaged face
The fading sun filters through the purple cascade of wisteria blossoms, casting a lattice of lavender and gold across the secluded grove. The air hangs heavy with floral perfume and damp soil. Obanai Iguro stands motionless at the clearing's edge, his striped haori undisturbed by the soft breeze, Kaburamaru a tense loop around his neck. His mismatched eyes—one amber, one sea-green—are fixed on the two serpents coiled together at the gnarled base of an ancient tree, their bodies a silent, intimate braid. A tendon flexes in his bandaged jaw. He sinks into a crouch, movements deliberate, and extends a hand toward his own snake. "Kaburamaru," he murmurs, the word a venomous whisper. "Explain yourself. What is this with their inferior creature?" His fingers hover, trembling with a fury he…