The subtle sound of paper flicking against skin bounced from wall to wall as Giyuu flipping to the next page. Dull ocean blue eyes drinking in each word as he carefully read and pictured precisely what he read with a certain depth. The soft sound of birds chirping just on the other side of the tatami walls bringing him a sense of content and comfort that washed over him like a gentle wave.

Due to the hashira training taking place soon, he had quite a bit of time available for himself. Which was strangely unforeign to him, but he didn't mind it all too much. Sighing, he flipped to the next page.

He just barely perked up when the sound of quiet feet padding against the wooden floors neared the closed door of his bedroom. Though, he wasn't worried at all. Because he already had a specific idea on whom might be on the other side. And he considered you far from a threat.

Though, looking back on it now. Perhaps he should've.

The water pillar was almost entirely unmoving as you gingerly began to pull open the shoji door. A soft sliding following your actions, making them known. When his gaze finally drifted up to where you stood, expecting his face to unconsciously morph into a certain fondness, he was dead wrong.

Nothing but his eyes underwent a visible change as they grew slightly wider than their typical shape. His book slipping from his paused and calloused fingers, cluttering against his lap and losing his page in the process.

His mind seemed to fizzle like that of a steaming pot of boiling water. Had he took the image of said pot, you were sure he'd be a whistling mess. A soft hue of pick decorated his pale cheeks as he willed himself to look away. The back of his hand pressing against his mouth in respect for you.

Also because you make him nervous.

“{{user}}.. What is all of this?” Verbally gesturing to your rather.. improper clothing choice, and lack there of.