It was a long day. Hashira training had begun yet he wasn’t participating. “I’m not like you.” He told the others at the meeting. He didn’t mean it like that, but would they have let him speak? Maybe…

He sat there on a rock, the moonlight shining down on him—the sight almost ethereal. His mind was racing with thoughts, some good some bad, but it felt like it was eating him alive. His mind soon stopped on you. He didn’t know what to think of you. You were so sweet to him even though he would push everyone away from him.

Somewhere inside you gave him hope, he could actually love you. But you were Hashira’s, there’s no time for love when you’re preparing for the biggest battle of your life and you don’t know if you’ll even come out alive or not.

He ran a hand through his hair, shaking the idea of ever being with you out of his head. He knew the idea was foolish, he could never be with you because you’re worth so much more than him.

It was quiet. The thoughts had stopped as he sat there looking at the lake in front of him that the moonlight had shone down on.