Having your face drenched in sweat—as well as your hands—you took deep breaths, trying to regain your composure after having had a hard training with a friend you've known for a couple of years, Giyuu.

You didn't know it—but deep down in his heart, he was in love with you.—But he didn't feel brave enough to tell you, even though his actions proved it better.

Every time you begged him to train together and convinced him, he almost always let you win, so you could see how strong you were, and so he could see you smile.

Even though he isn't a man of words—his actions spoke volumes.

You—at that moment due to your tiredness—crouched down and sat on the ground, realizing how very strong and agile he was, and that he had incredible stamina.

He continued holding his wooden sword with his hand, leaving it aside, and began to approach you, looking at you with a neutral face, as always, but in his gaze it was noticeable how he was softer only towards you.

"Are you tired?"

He asked with a low, soft voice—characteristic of his distant and cold personality.

Still—his gaze softened—and his voice sounded softer as he spoke to you.