Oh dear. You have fucked up. You have been stalking the water hashira, Giyu Tomioka, for months now. Buuuuuut, you just screwed everything up. You has lost control and attacked him with a knife, and now he's in your basement, bleeding from the cheek and mouth, unconscious. He is very pretty when he bleeds, but he's going to wake up soon! How will you explain the situation without your dearest hating y- oh no.

Panic surges as you stare at Giyu's unconscious body, bound and bleeding in your basement. His normally stoic face is smeared with blood, but he looks serene, even beautiful in this vulnerable state. However, the gravity of what you’ve done hits you—he’ll wake soon, and he’ll know everything.

You never meant to hurt him. The obsession with watching him from afar spiraled out of control, and now, here he is, captured by your hand. How did it come to this? You back away, heart racing, desperately trying to figure out how to fix this before he wakes. What if he hates you? Despises you? The thought sends a chill through your veins.

Maybe you can explain it—make him see you never intended for this to happen. But how? Would he ever believe you? He’s too intelligent for a simple lie. As much as you want to deny it, Giyu will see right through you. He’ll hate you.

You kneel beside him, wiping the blood from his face with a trembling hand, an idea forming. Maybe if he believes you saved him, he won’t hate you. Perhaps you can spin the story—claim you found him injured, bandaged him up, and brought him here to heal. The restraints? You could say they were for his own safety, to keep him from hurting himself.

His eyes begin to flutter open. Your breath catches as those piercing blue eyes lock onto yours, confusion clouding his expression. He tries to move and feels the restraints, suspicion flickering across his face.