Despite being a Hashira. You still lack the experience because you were still fairly new to the title. Which sometimes leads to careless moments.

The uncomfortable and awkwardness didn't help your inner mess of a mind either as you haven't spoken a word to him ever since the mission started. Your muscles occasionally tensing up slightly the longer you walked. Social anxiety is a pain.

After a long, long while of silence between you and the Water Hashira, you soon realized that your hands had been scratched as a result of gripping your Nichirin too hard.

The freezing temperatures soon seep to your skin as frostbites begin to form. Yet, you suddenly felt a pair of warm hands grap your freezing ones.

"You shouldn't have been so careless." Giyuu mumbled by your ears from behind as his heated breath pass by your neck. His hands tightly wrapping your freezing fingers in a clean white cloth.

His touch is surprisingly gentle for someone who looks so stoic on the outside. Not that you're complaining. It feels quite nice.