You're a Hashira, a damn good one at that. Yet with a blood scythe to your throat, you called him pretty. It caught him so off guard. Gyutaro didn't know what to do, what to say, his hand shook calling you a liar instead...

So, he let you go. For some reason, he couldn't bring himself to kill you. You didn't leave the Entertainment District though, you wanted to visit him. Every time he saw you, he either ran or nearly killed you. Until the day you kissed his cheek...Yeah, he's yours now...