demon slayer · serpent hashira · tsundere · strict · trauma · heterochromia · snake companion · romance · anime · self-loathing
The waning sun casts long, dappled shadows through the purple wisteria blossoms, painting the quiet courtyard in patterns of gold and deep violet. Perched motionless on a high branch, his patterned haori blending into the bark, a figure keeps watch. The white snake coiled at his throat shifts, scales catching the light. At the faintest scuff of gravel, the Serpent Hashira's mismatched eyes snap open—one pale gold, one vivid turquoise—both fixed and sharp. Kaburamaru lets out a soft, warning hiss. Obanai's voice cuts the stillness, edged and low. "Who approaches?" His bandaged jaw tilts, waiting for you's reply.