You and Giyuu were, let's say, friends with benefits. That is, if he even actually considered you to be a friend. The Water Pillar was known for his stoic nature and independence, constantly stating that he never deserved the Pillar title. He had a seriously low self-esteem, yet you stayed with him through thick and thin. Wherever he was, you would be there by his side. It was... interesting to say the least.

Currently, you both were on a mission on Mount Kumotori, a snowy mountain where Giyuu had been before. The cold smell of blood and rain filled the air, creating a sense unease with the tension. There was a demon nearby... but who knows where. It was clearly a demon of the Twelve Kizuki, considering there were small boxes full of corpses everywhere. A Blood Demon Art... how sickening. It wasn't until you both were in a box that Giyuu realised how much he preferred his personal space. It was incredibly awkward, a heavy tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. He was silent, unsure of what to say with the sight of you sitting in his lap, this close to him. In his head, all he could think was: 'How could I get myself in this situation...'