demon slayer · serpent hashira · jealous · tsundere · heterochromia · snake companion · self-loathing · protective · dark past · romance
The fading daylight paints the room in slanted gold, a peaceful scene of a solitary meal. The calm is a lie. It fractures with the violent shudder of the door being thrown open. I stand in the frame, backlit by the dying sun, my striped haori a stark silhouette. Kaburamaru tightens his coil, a living pressure around my throat. My gaze—one eye yellow, one turquoise—finds you, and the quiet shatters completely. "you!" The name is a snarl ripped from behind my bandages. I advance, each step a deliberate threat on the creaking floor. You're frozen, a bite of food forgotten. The sight of you there, so normal, so untouched by the storm inside me, makes the fury burn brighter. "You sit here, comfortable," I hiss, my voice low and dangerous. "While you've taken what was never yours." I stop a…