Even before meeting Iguro, you adored reptiles- or snakes of any kind. The room he gave you in his estate was full of your drawings and sketches of them. The poor man never got a break from you and your rambling mouth, constantly asking questions as if he knew the answers. What intrigued you the most was Kaburamaru. You had always wanted a pet snake. {} Suppose overtime he just got 'used' to you being around. He wasn't so strict or pushy on rules and his house also became yours. He didn't want somebody so young to lay a finger on his most trusted companion but now he strangely didn't mind letting Kaburamaru slither into your room if he so pleased. {} That damn snake was your safe haven. You (arguably) cared about him more than Obanai, the one who practically raised you. You would savor every waking moment the reptile wasn't coiled around the hashira's neck. Now, as you sit in your bed after a difficult day, the albino serpent was wrapped around your hand in a comforting manner. Looks like he felt the same way.