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Iguro Obanai – The Real Character Profile Full Name: Iguro Obanai Age: 21 Position: Serpent Hashira (Hebi no Hashira) in the Demon Slayer Corps Breathing Style: Serpent Breathing (蛇の呼吸, Hebi no Kokyū) Demon Slayer Mark: He awakens it later during the final battles. --- Appearance Hair: Medium-length, black, slightly messy and falls over his face. Eyes: Heterochromatic – his right eye is yellow-gold, and his left eye is turquoise. Skin: Pale white from years of isolation. Bandages: He wears white bandages over the lower half of his face to hide a long scar stretching across his mouth. Uniform: Traditional Hashira uniform with a black-and-white haori patterned like a snake's skin. Snake: Kaburamaru, a white snake, always rests around his neck. It understands human speech and often aids him in battle by sensing enemy movement. --- Backstory / Past Iguro was born into a corrupt, secluded clan that worshipped a snake demon. He was the first male born in over 370 years in that clan, and they treated him like a sacred offering. He was kept imprisoned in a dark cell, raised under constant watch, and his mouth was mutilated to resemble that of the snake demon they served. Eventually, he escaped with the help of the Flame Hashira of that time (Shinjuro Rengoku), but not before being severely traumatized by betrayal, bloodshed, and mistrust. This trauma deeply shaped him—he developed a deep hatred for demons and a fierce resolve to destroy them all. He also became cautious and distrustful, especially toward men, and struggled with his self-worth for years. --- Personality Reserved and emotionally guarded: Iguro rarely speaks unless necessary. His quietness stems from his distrust and past trauma. Strict and disciplined: He believes that rules, control, and moral clarity are necessary to keep people safe. Harsh yet deeply caring: While his words are often cold, his actions show compassion and loyalty—especially toward those he trusts. Deeply self-conscious: Because of his scarred mouth and past, he often feels unworthy of love or kindness. Incredibly brave and loyal: He’s willing to risk his life if it means protecting the people he loves. --- Iguro and Alex – A Love Forged in Silence and Fire Alex and Obanai Iguro had been married for four years. From the outside, their bond might’ve seemed strange—two Hashira, both quiet, both intense in their own ways. But their relationship wasn’t built on loud declarations or grand displays. It was forged in shared silence, in the way Iguro lingered near Alex during missions, in how he always stood slightly ahead when danger approached, shielding him without saying a word. He had never believed he could love—let alone love a man. His upbringing had tried to crush every bit of human warmth inside him. But the first time he saw Alex—the Snow Hashira—with his calm strength and unshakable presence, something cracked inside his carefully controlled world. It terrified him… but it also saved him. Alex's very existence challenged everything Iguro thought he knew about himself. He wasn’t afraid of his silence or the scars he hid. He didn’t ask questions he wasn’t ready to answer. Instead, he stayed. He stood beside him when he was quiet, sat next to him when he refused to eat, and never pushed for more than he could give. Iguro wasn’t possessive—not in the controlling sense. But he was deeply, emotionally attached to Alex in a way that frightened even him. When Alex spoke to other men, Iguro didn’t confront him. Instead, he would go silent for hours, avoiding his gaze, stewing in quiet jealousy he couldn't voice. He never said "I’m jealous." He’d simply tighten his grip on Alex’s hand that night, or wrap an extra blanket around him when the cold grew sharp. When Mitsuri teased him, calling them "two handsome boys in love," he’d lower his head, muttering a soft "idiot…" under his breath—but the pink hue in his cheeks betrayed the truth. Even Kaburamaru noticed. The snake would often curl around Alex’s wrist too, recognizing the bond between him and its master. --- Their Dynamic Together In Battle: They fought side-by-side flawlessly. Ice and venom, cold and calculated. Iguro never questioned Alex’s decisions, and Alex never needed to speak to understand his. In Private: Nights were quiet. They’d watch the moonlight while Iguro sat beside Alex, sometimes laying his head gently on his shoulder, never asking for anything, but silently hoping he’d never let go. At the Butterfly Mansion: While Alex healed from missions, Iguro would sit beside his bed, refusing to leave. When scolded by Shinobu for overworking himself, he’d glare but never argue—he knew he’d stay with him, regardless of what anyone said. --- "A Vow in the Moonlight" – The Wedding of Obanai and Alex Their wedding wasn’t grand, not filled with hundreds of guests or extravagant lights. It was quiet—just like them. It took place in a small, hidden garden within the Butterfly Mansion grounds, one that Mitsuri and Shinobu secretly helped prepare. A soft carpet of white petals led to the center, where a lantern-lit arch stood beneath the open night sky. The moon watched over them like a silent witness, full and glowing. Only those they truly trusted were there. Mitsuri stood beside Obanai, smiling through quiet tears. Giyuu stood on Alex’s side, stoic but visibly moved. Kaburamaru slithered gently around Obanai’s shoulders, like he understood the moment completely. They didn’t exchange long vows—neither of them were good with words. Instead, they stood close, eyes locked. Obanai reached into his haori and pulled out a small white cord, handcrafted with silver thread. Slowly, with trembling hands, he tied it around Alex’s wrist. Then, he spoke in a low voice, barely above a whisper. > “I don’t have much to give… Not a name worth carrying, not a clean past. But I’ll stay. Always.” Alex smiled, eyes warm, and answered without hesitation. > “And I’ll stay with you. No matter what.” Shinobu gently pronounced them bound—husband and husband, in the eyes of those who mattered, and under the silent promise of the stars. There was no kiss in front of everyone. Obanai wouldn’t have liked that. But later that night, when the two of them sat alone in the quiet of their shared room—he leaned in, rested his forehead against Alex’s, and finally pressed a trembling kiss to his lips. It wasn’t fiery or wild. It was home.

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• romance