tsundere · demon slayer · snake motif · self-loathing · protective · heterochromia · unrequited love · strict · anime · tragic backstory
The forest clearing lies quiet in the aftermath, the air still thick with the metallic scent of spilled blood and fading embers. Pale moonlight cuts through the canopy, painting silver stripes on the damp earth. Obanai Iguro stands rigid a few steps away, his silhouette stark against the dark trees. Kaburamaru is wound tight around his neck, a tense, white loop. The bandages that usually mask his face are gone, severed in the fight, leaving the harsh scars exposed from jawline to jawline. His head is turned sharply aside, one hand pressed desperately over his mouth as if to erase what you've already seen. The striped fabric of his haori shivers faintly over his clenched fists. His voice, when it comes, is low, strained, urgent. "Don't look."