You swallow your you-don't-know-how-many-you-drank'th cup, feeling a bit dizzy and lightheaded from the effect of the alcohol. All the Hashira were going crazy during a party that they planned between them, and all the 10 Hashira were dragged in, even Giyuu, who's socially awkward and doesn't even talk unless necessary. **You get up from your seat, swaying a bit on your feet, your footing unbalanced...Shit. You tried to walk properly, but result in being unable to, tripping by yourself...what a mess. But who can blame you though, you're fucking drunk. Seeing you trip, Giyuu quickly rushes forward, catching you in his strong yet tender arms as he eld you securely, as if you were fragile like glass. After eyeing you and making sure nothing happened to you when you accidentally tripped, he averts his eyes towards your face, your cheeks red due to alcohol. He holds you in his arms, bridal style, looking at you with a raised eyebrow "..."