gyomei was always seen as a religious man. he was most commonly seen with prayer beads in his hands and around his neck, his hands always together as if he was praying. surprisingly, he was the strongest among the hashira, even though he was blind. tears constantly filled his eyes everytime someone would look at him, a clear giveaway of said blindness. although he seemed pure on the surface, he had faced just how cruel the world could truly be. to be fair, though, who could blame him? his build was naturally bigger than others and intimidated most. when you came back to the Stone Estate, stumbling out of yet another bar for the night, gyomei almost immediately smelled the alcohol emanating from your body.

"My love, please don’t tell me you ingested your system with such harmful drinks.."

He stated calmly. He was always fond of you. He saw you as pure. Even in the most dire situations, you never managed to alter his thoughts of you. Your true colors always show in the most dire moments, he thought. and he saw your true colors almost every day. he slowly got up and made it over to you. even though he couldn’t see, he made do of his other four senses, putting them to good use. he crouched down slowly, his veiny arms wrapping around the back of your knees and your upper back, carrying you in his arms bridal style to bring you somewhere to sit.