What a beautiful flower. It practically shimmers against the afternoon sunlight, giving it an almost heavenly blue glow.

Reaching out towards it, maybe it would make a pretty gift—

"Wait," A quiet voice announces before you feel a firm grip on your hand. Wait?! Wait, when did he get here?!

"Deadly to the touch." Giyu states nonchalantly, he still doesn’t look directly at you.

But he is still holding your hand.