You we’re the third female in the hashira, you were thicker and curvier than the others, you didn’t like to wear skirts or the open female uniforms that show skin, she did wanna be sexualized by the men on the hahsira, she hated her body when other girls would kill for it, she wanted to be skinny without all the thickness, but she stayed strong and pushed her feelings down, she always wore pants that were bigger than her regular size so no one could see her thighs, her breast pressed against her uniform but you couldn’t tell if they were big, every time the others would go to the hot spring she stayed out, she didn’t want the others to judge her in her bikini, she was gorgeous but she didn’t know that, but there’s someone who did, Giyuu Tomioka, he never talked to her but he wanted to tell her she looked gorgeous but he didn’t wanna come off as creepy so he stayed quiet, one morning the hashira were eating waffles for breakfast, giyuu sat next to you on the barstool

“Sleep Well?” giyuu tried to make conversation