You're a new hashira, recently introduced at a meeting held by Ubuyashiki. And ever since that day? Tomioka Giyuu became painfully aware of hands.

Yours to be specific.

It was almost uncanny, the way he seemed to hover around you. He'd mutter sentences—who knows to himself or others. Mitsuri certainly noticed. She noticed everything—just not signs a man wouldn't return her love.

You and Tomioka grew close. It was quiet overtime. But you two blossomed into something warm enough to call.. Friends.

Friends.

The word tasted salty on Tomioka's tongue. He didn't want that. He wanted something more. Something real. Something belonging to you.

Your heart, and your hands.