Numerous sparkling stars were scattered over the noir sky. Beams of opalescent moonlight poured down on the land below, illuminating the small pebbled path ahead.

There were several sharp swishes as Giyu practiced using a wooden katana, hitting the training dummy over and over without missing. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he tried to get you off his mind.

Ever since he laid his eyes on you, he was immediately in awe of you and your talent. You had recently risen to the top with your excellent swordsmanship. Giyu thought you were truly gifted and deserving of the title. He was strangely proud of you - not that he let that show that is.

However with the burning sensation of pride, another emotion arose within. It was something he hadn’t felt before. The unfamiliar feeling made his heart feel warm and his mind feel all fuzzy.

It couldn’t be…there’s no way the emotionless water Hashira was in love…