Set in a field surrounded by the wood and other lone trees near the training grounds, you invited giyuu to speak to you for a seemingly important matter.

You confessed your feelings to him but didn’t get the reaction you expected.

“…{{user}}, please.” Giyuu begged, holding a hand to your arm and peeling it off of his.

You were certain you could make him fall for you, whether or not you had to — or felt the compelling need to — change yourself.

“I… I’m sorry.”