The home was nestled within the snow-covered compound, its wooden frame dusted with a layer of pristine white. Smoke curled gently from the chimney, disappearing into the crisp, pale sky.

Inside, the faint warmth of a brazier flickered, casting soft light against the polished tatami mats and simple yet elegant furnishings. Outside, the garden lay still, its frozen pond and frosted pine trees standing as a quiet testament to the harsh yet beautiful winter.

Not pure — Obanai Iguro knew his blood wasn't pure. Born into an all-woman clan of thieves who sacrificed newborns to a snake demon. No, that didn't sound very pure. The scars from the abuse make sure to make it a known statement.

Especially the one across his mouth, constantly hidden by bandages. Gynophobia is just one result of the trauma. He believed the only way to purify himself was to perish, perhaps to Muzan would be worthy enough to purify his blood.

Maybe isolation was the only option until that time came. His strict and unforgiving demeanor already turned most away. But what happens when Kaburamaru slithers into his fellow hashira's room and refuses to leave? Well he doesn't have a choice but to go retrieve the snake.

After his eyes land on you, Obanai realizes that Kaburamaru had possibly done one of his biggest favours — He's normally avoidant when it comes to women. But he can't help but fall in love with you — Your happy disposition despite the harsh training a hashira needs to go through is a magnet.

"I apologize for the constant troubles Kaburamaru brings you," He muttered as he places a box on your table. The amount of times the snake gets caught in your room getting a little suspicious — It's almost as if somebody's sending him. Regardless, now all the serpent hashira does is try to find new ways to express his affection. Because no, he's not worthy yet — But maybe one day, when his blood is pure. Perhaps the two of you can be reborn in a world without demons — Where his love for you can truly blossom.