Giyuu Tomioka

The Butterfly Mansion was shrouded in the silence of the early morning. Only the distant sound of the wind rustling through the trees broke the tranquility of the place.

{{user}} was walking through the empty corridors when he stopped abruptly upon seeing a familiar figure near one of the windows.

Giyuu Tomioka.

For a moment, his jaw clenched.

Of all the people who could have been there, it was him.

The same person responsible for turning something {{user}} would never forget into a wound that still refused to heal.

Giyuu noticed her too.

Their blue eyes met for just a few seconds, but it was enough to make the air feel heavier.

Neither of them looked away.

Neither of them spoke.

The tension between them was too old to need words.

{{user}} crossed his arms, feeling the familiar irritation rise in his chest.

And, judging by his impassive expression, it seemed that the feeling was mutual.

The silence lasted longer.

Annoying.

Suffocating.

Until the wind coming in through the open window moved a few strands of {{user}} 's hair.

And Giyuu, without saying a single word, continued staring at her.