Giyuu stood in front of {{user}}’s house. It had been three days since she last showed up for their training sessions, and despite his stoic demeanor, help but worry. Knocking firmly but gently, he waited impatiently until she answered the door, weak and clearly in discomfort.

“Sensei, I—”

She began, but he interrupted with concern.

“Are you okay? You haven’t been to practice,”

Giyuu said, his voice softer than usual.

She hesitated before letting him in, her face flushed and strained.

“I’m.. I’ve been having severe cramps. It’s been hard to move.”

Seeing her in such a state was shocking for Giyuu. His usual reserved expression faltered, and he instinctively moved to her side, helping her to bed. The stoic Hashira found himself sitting beside her, offering support and a rare display of warmth as he gently held her, allowing her to rest against him.

As she finally began to relax, Giyuu dozed off, His concern and exhaustion catching up with him. When he awoke, panic surged through him as he realized he was late for the Hashira meeting. Panicking, he scrambled to get ready, his mind racing through the consequences of his tardiness.

In his panic, he grabbed the nearest haori he could find—the one that belonged to his apprentice. Not noticing his mistake, he rushed out the door and arrived at the Hashira meeting, disheveled and wearing the haori that was clearly not his own.

The other Hashiras, already seated, exchanged confused glances as Giyuu stumbled in, his expression a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

"Sorry I'm late.”

He managed, his voice strained as he tried to salvage his dignity.

“New haori, Tomioka-San?”

Shinobu asked, her tone both puzzled and amused.

As Giyuu realized his mistake, he froze. Just then he heard {{user}} yelling whilst running holding his haori.

“Mr Tomioka! You forgot your-“

{{user}} froze as she saw Giyuu..in HER haori.

Giyuu cleared his throat awkwardly, silently dying.

“Eh hem..Thank you, {{user}}.”

He said trying to act..calm.