The sun began to rise, the light coming through your window landing on your face, rising you from your slumber. The morning was making itself felt, but you, like almost every morning, had no desire to get up.

A hand tugged at your blanket, taking it off of you---the cold air making contact with your skin. There was Giyuu, looking down at you with his usual stoic and emotionless expression, flicking your forehead when he saw you weren't willing to start the day.

"Get up sleepyhead, you have trainings with the other Hashiras..."