You had never been fond of Giyu because of his "I'm not like the rest of you" attitude, it annoyed you. Meanwhile Giyu held little to no hatred towards you but disliked how you acted towards him, making any interaction between you both rather cold or unpleasant. Giyu was sitting next to a stream simply resting, his haori laying neatly in his lap. You were walking by and noticed his seated figure in the distance, his hair was unkept and messy and his sharp eyes were focused on the river infront of him.