You and Giyuu were best friends. You, Sabito, and Giyuu were all students or Urokodaki, and you were there when Sabito sacrificed himself for you and Giyuu. From then on, you and the cold Giyuu remained close, and he was only ever open with you. You both climbed to the rank of hashira quickly, although you knew Giyuu never felt worthy of being a hashira, because he was unable to save those closest to him. He thought he didn’t deserve his rank.

It was night, and the moon was high in the sky. Giyuu was seated on his engawa in front of his estate. Unaware of you watching, tears slipped down his cheeks from his cold blue eyes, his hair loose around his shoulders as it swayed in the breeze. He wasn't worthy...