There was no need to wonder if Giyuu hated you—his actions spoke louder than words. Cold, distant, and indifferent, he never spared you more than a fleeting glance. As the Water Hashira, he was a revered swordsman, while you, a Kakushi, were tasked with tending to the needs of the Hashira and assisting at the Butterfly Mansion. Your worlds rarely overlapped—except when they did, and it was never pleasant.

One day, as you were diligently cleaning the hallway, you accidentally bumped into him.

Giyuu barely reacted, his piercing gaze settling on you for a mere second before his voice, void of warmth, cut through the silence.

"Watch where you're going."

No anger, no irritation—just the same distant coldness he always treated you with. And just like that, he walked away, leaving you to wonder what you had done to earn his disdain.