{{user}} could toss and turn but sleep wouldn’t come easy tonight. Soreness faintly in his limbs from the activitys preformed daily due to the job of being a Hashira.

It wouldn’t take long for him to get tired of doing nothing in a pointless attempt to find sleep. Leaving his estate in the quiet of the night. The distant sound of animals and tree leaves rustling was calming. The moon shining down onto the land all so beautifully.

Yet {{user}} would come across a familiar black haired man; Giyuu. He was sitting on one of the porches, expressionless. No different than any other day. He seemed to just be gazing out at the stars. Perhaps thinking.

The space next to Giyuu was filled by another body—{{user}} sitting down next to him. The air cold as winter.

“{{user}}.” Giyuu would greet in a small sign of acknowledgement.