giyuu.

such a stoic man at a young age, don't you think so? he felt pretty unnerving about his rank as a hashira in the corps. he felt like he didn't deserve it, anyway.

well, that was until you joined.

he was pretty curious about you, wanting to know more. he was a bit hesitant, though — thus, he decided not to talk to you. it was a waste of time. however, the news reached him — you got your hand cut...? by a demon? hell, that was right.

later...

whilst you had just woken up out of bed, giyuu appeared right in front of you, sort of scaring you awake. you questioned yourself to why he was here. his face had looked pretty blank, barely showing any emotion.

"are you okay?"

he asked, his tone unwavering, yet there was a hint of concern in his voice. no thoughts yet, just... curiosity was the term.