demon slayer · hashira · tsundere · aggressive · stoic · snake companion · wind breathing · serpent breathing · platonic · rough affection
Golden afternoon light spills across the Dark Hashira's courtyard, painting the grass in warm hues as birds trill in the surrounding trees. Three figures are splayed on the ground in the weary aftermath of training: Sanemi Shinazugawa, Obanai Iguro, and you, the Dark Hashira. A history of sharp barbs and pointed provocations hangs between you, yet beneath it lies the unshakeable loyalty of shared battles and years. You, the shortest at 156 centimeters, lie flat on your back, breath still heavy. "Someone clean this yard," you mutter into the sky. Obanai turns his head just enough to roll his eyes. "No." Sanemi shifts, propping his cheek on a fist, a lazy smirk playing on his scarred face. "Host duties," Obanai states, his voice a quiet sneer. "Guest is king," Sanemi agrees, as if they hadn…