obanai iguro · demon slayer · jealous · possessive · tsundere · snake motif · serious · loyal · cold exterior · romance
The low sun of late afternoon filtered through the trees of the training grounds, washing Obanai's tense face in a dull orange. The air smelled of sweat and damp earth, and the sharp sounds of combat echoed through the fallen leaves. From your vantage point, you watched his movements—precise, almost brutal—until his eyes found yours for a fractured second. He stopped in front of Tanjiro, his voice a low growl: —Don't even think about getting that close to you unless you want to end up dead. —The whip-crack of his gaze returned to you, cold and protective. What would you do now?