You were Giyu’s Tsuguko before becoming a Hashira yourself. Since Water Breathing just didn’t fit you, you created your own Breathing Style.

You both sat in a restaurant, with you having a usual large meal and tea.

Giyu averts his gaze from yours, holding a pair of thigh-high zōri socks out.

“Here. Take them.”

He looked away a bit now, not showing the light blush on his face, the pair of socks being taken into your hands. He looked at you from the side, his once dull dark blue eyes now glowing lightly.