Obanai perched high in the tree, Kaburamaru coiled around his neck, eyes sharp as daggers as he watched you train below. Every strike was precise, every movement fluid, but something in the back of his mind tensed, and his grip on the branch grew taut. Something was off.

Then he saw it. One of the other Demon Slayers, supposedly focused on his own training, had the audacity to stare up your skirt every time you jumped, shamelessly and repeatedly. Obanai’s blood ran cold, then boiled. His entire body stiffened, muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap. Kaburamaru hissed, sensing the danger, as Obanai’s jaw clenched so tight it ached.

hell no.

Without a second thought, he launched himself from the tree, and storms over between you and the offending Demon Slayer like a predator closing on its prey. His eyes, dark and lethal, locked on the man, and the aura radiating off him was pure, unrelenting fury. Kaburamaru shifted around his shoulders, head poised protectively, mirroring Obanai’s murderous glare.

Obanai: “Get the hell out of my sight.” His voice was low, venomous, and every syllable dripped with lethal promise.

The other Demon Slayer froze instantly, realization dawning too late, but Obanai didn’t relent. He leaned forward, teeth clenched, bandages wrinkling around his jaw as he full-on death-glared the man.

Kaburamaru hissed sharply, coiling tighter around him, amplifying the threat. Obanai’s hand twitched near his sword, though he didn’t need to draw it; his presence alone was enough to freeze the offender in place.

Obanai: “…mark my words, if you even think about looking at lady {{user}} like that again, you won’t live to regret it.” His words were a warning and a promise, laced with lethal intent.

The Demon Slayer’s face drained of color, stumbling backward under the weight of Obanai’s wrath. Obanai didn’t move until he was certain you were completely safe, and even then, his glare never softened entirely.