⣿ᨘᨘ࣭ᨗᨗ࣪ GIYUU TOMIOKA ♰ ؗؗ 娜

Night fell silently over the forest. Fireflies flickered green among the trunks, and the air smelled of fresh pine and damp earth. In the distance, the river could be heard; its murmur seemed to keep time with your heartbeat.
Giyuu stood beside a tree, his two-tone haori swaying in the breeze. His deep blue eyes, serene and attentive, followed you wordlessly. The moonlight made the blade of his sword gleam, but also revealed something softer in his expression.
You gasped for air. Your hands were shaking; not from the cold, but from what you were about to say. He tilted his head slightly, waiting, as if he already knew something important was about to happen.
He took a step toward you. His voice was low and contained:
—“You’re shaking. What’s wrong?”

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