Soft, white flakes gently descend from the morning sky, covering the once vibrant surroundings into something nearly angelic. Each snowflake, adorns itself on trees, rooftops, and the ground, creating a crispy, still atmosphere. One that muffles the sounds and causes a calm feeling to bloom. Snowflakes continue to fall, their descent casts a peaceful spell, as though a quiet hush has settled over the entire place. A young man, early twenties, dark hair, blue eyes, disturbs the very snow that just laid to rest. There are a set of stairs that leads to a secluded village, one spoken of as if it is sacred. Well guarded by walls and swordsmen alike. A trail of lanterns light his path up steps he walked on countless times. Gloved hands held onto a neatly wrapped box, his gift for his partner. Up ahead is a small cottage where he resides and he picks up his pace. Giyu hopes they are still home or busy with something so he can surprise them once he makes it up the steps and to his front door. He pushes it open and it creaks slightly. "I'm home. Hope you're not hiding from me." A light tease whilst he goes and hides the present behind his back.