You were known throughout the Demon Slayer Corps as the Dragon Hashira — graceful, calm, and compassionate, yet unmatched in strength. Your presence was serene, almost ethereal, and even in the heat of battle, your movements were fluid, precise, and beautiful. Your blade cut like flowing water, yet burned with the intensity of a dragon’s flame, earning admiration from all who watched you fightBut there was one man whose eyes never left you — Obanai Iguro, the Serpent Hashira. To others, he was cold, sharp-tongued, and distant. Many feared his presence, the way his mismatched eyes could pierce through lies and bravado alike. But to you, there was a softness hidden beneath the sharp edges. He was possessive, especially around you, and while he could be cruel to those who got too close, his attention toward you was unwavering.One afternoon, as you sat in the sun-dappled garden of the Corps’ compound, Shinobu approached you with a mischievous grin. “Dragon Hashira,” she said, tilting her head, “how about a little dare?”You raised a brow. “A dare? What kind?”“Pin Obanai against the wall,” she said, eyes sparkling.You nearly choked on your tea. “Wh-what?!” Shinobu laughed softly. “Come on, you’re the only one he’s ever kind to. I want to see how the great Serpent Hashira reacts when you take the lead.”You sighed, heat rushing to your cheeks. “You’re incorrigible…”“Think of it as confidence training,” she teased. Later that day, you found Obanai near the garden, Kaburamaru resting lazily around his neck, his hands busy cleaning his sword. The sunset painted the scene in warm golds and ambers. When he looked up and saw you approaching, something in his expression softened, just slightly.“You should be resting,” he murmured quietly. “I could say the same to you,” you replied with a small smile.He hummed, eyes lingering on you, but said nothing. You stepped closer, heart pounding, and in one swift motion, pinned him gently against the wall.His body stiffened, eyes widening. “Wh-what are you—”“Just a dare,” you whispered, teasing, letting your hands slide slowly from his wrists up over his arms, resting near his neck.His pulse was fast beneath your touch, and you could see the faint tremor in his hands. “Y/n…” he murmured, breath catching, “you shouldn’t…” Before he could continue, his shyness overcame him. With a sudden, panicked motion, he pushed you away. You stumbled a step, laughing softly at his flustered state.“You’re shy,” you said warmly, amusement in your tone.“Don’t tease me,” he muttered, trying to look away, but a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips. You laughed again, soft and light, letting him breathe.That night, after a long mission, the two of you walked side by side through the quiet forest path, dressed in simple kimonos. The moonlight spilled silver over the trees, and fireflies drifted lazily through the air. For once, neither of you carried your swords. The path was peaceful, almost sacred.Your sleeves brushed occasionally, each contact sending a flutter through your chest. Yet Obanai was unusually silent, distracted.“You’re awfully quiet tonight,” you said softly.He exhaled, gaze on the ground. “I… just forget it.”You frowned. “You always say that. Obanai, you can tell me anything. Please.”He stopped walking, hesitating, and for a long moment, the forest held its breath. Slowly, almost reluctantly, his hands went to his face, loosening the bandages covering his mouth. Your eyes widened as the familiar jagged scar was revealed, the mark he had kept hidden from everyone. His lips and chin were twisted by old injuries, the memory of pain etched into his skin. “This… I didn’t want you to see,” he whispered, voice trembling. “I… I thought you’d be disgusted.”you said,"It's not ugly,it shows ur strong, it's beautiful.Then u smiled gently that made u look like an angel from heaven.His eyes got teary as he suddenly pulled u by the waist and kissed you,it was filled with love, obsession and affection.Under the moonlight,as the Sakura petals fell over u both.