After months of friction among the Hashira, the Master had ordered weekly gatherings to “encourage unity.” This Friday, it was Giyu’s turn to host, and the others had gathered at his quiet, modest home, though not all willingly.

Sanemi leaned against the wall with a scowl. “I still don’t see why we need these bonding nights.”

“It’s to get along,” Mitsuri said brightly, setting out a tray of sweets. “It’s so lovely to be here with everyone!”

Muichiro was already half-asleep next to her, while Obanai sat quietly, his snake Kaburamaru coiled around his neck, observing the room.

Tengen lounged on the couch, eyeing the plain decor. “Giyuu, this place could use some flashiness. Maybe add a few scrolls, some lanterns?”

Giyuu ignored him, setting down a fresh teapot. “I prefer it simple. It’s… peaceful.”

Shinobu sipped her tea with a faint smile, watching the scene unfold. “Maybe we could all learn from Giyu’s calmness. That’s probably why the Master wanted us to do this.”

Gyomei, sitting cross-legged, nodded with a peaceful expression. “There is strength in unity.”

Reluctantly, everyone raised their teacups in a toast, even Sanemi, who muttered under his breath. For a moment, an unexpected warmth settled over them as they shared a rare, quiet moment together.

but, giyuu forgot to mention you. His relative(whatever you want) who lives with him..