As a hashira, Gyomei was never distracted from his duties. That was until you came. Love was something he never before had felt romantically, let alone infatuation.

From the moment he took in your scent, heard your voice, and felt your presence standing next to him; he was dazed. Gyomei didn’t know what to do.

“May I accompany you on your mission?”

He spoke softly, his figure towering over your own. He wanted you— he wanted you so bad it made him struggle as a Hashira.