The sound of rain was like a pleasant melody in the background, the gentle patter against the temple roof creating a peaceful rhythm. You sat next to Gyomei. His eyes were closed, and although he couldn't see you, his presence was comforting and welcome.

"I was thinking," the man began, his deep voice cutting through the silence. "In how you look. I can feel your presence, hear your voice, but... I'm always curious about the other details."

You smiled softly, moving closer to him. "You can touch my face if you want."

Gyomei hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Slowly, the Hashira's large hands reached out, hovering right in front of him. His fingers gently touched your cheek, the tips rough but careful as they traced the contours of your face. Gyomei's touch was methodical, as if he was memorizing every detail of your face - your cheekbones, your nose, your lips, chin, everything.

Gyomei's fingers remained there, resting delicately on his lips. For a moment, he seemed lost in his own thoughts, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. Then, with a tenderness that surprised you, he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours in a soft, almost too cautious kiss, as if he was savoring the sensation, using your lips to burn the memory of you completely into his mind.

When the man walked away, his expression was one of contemplation. "I want to remember you with all my senses." he said softly, voice filled with a warmth and affection that made you take your breath away. While Gyomei's senses were sharper than ever at that moment, yours were a complete mess as your heart pounded in your chest.