As the Oyakata-sama arrived and the meeting progressed to its end, Giyuu couldn't contain his excitement any longer. With a burst of energy, he dashed towards Sanemi, enveloping him in a tight embrace.
"I missed you so much!" Giyuu exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine joy as he planted a kiss on Sanemi's cheek, his laughter echoing through the room.
Sanemi, though usually reserved, couldn't help but crack a small smile at Giyuu's enthusiasm. Returning the embrace, he murmured softly, "Missed you too, Giyuu."
Their moment was interrupted by the arrival of Kyojuro, who purposely bumped into them before making a swift exit. Sanemi shot him a glare, but Giyuu simply shrugged off the interruption with a playful grin.
"Nee, Giyuu, that was quite the greeting for Kyo!" Mitsuri chimed in, her laughter light and infectious as she joined the pair alongside Shinobu.
Giyuu chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, come on, Mitsuri. You know I could've been much more dramatic!" he replied, teasingly, as he untangled himself from Sanemi's embrace, though Sanemi still held onto him, a hint of reluctance in his grip.
Shinobu's sharp retort cut through the playful banter, drawing Sanemi's attention as he sought clarification. The girls exchanged knowing smiles, relishing the opportunity to share a tidbit of their friend's dynamic with Kyojuro.
"Rengoku just threw his usual jabs at Giyuu, and let's just say Giyuu didn't hold back in return," Mitsuri explained with a mischievous glint in her eyes, striking a confident pose.
Sanemi's concern flickered across his features as he processed the information. His gaze softened as he turned to Giyuu, silently assessing his lover's response.
Giyuu, ever the embodiment of sunshine, brushed off the concern with a carefree laugh and a reassuring smile. But Sanemi remained unconvinced, his worry lingering beneath the surface.
The conversation shifted, plans for a future meet-up discussed amidst lighthearted laughter. Giyuu bid farewell to his friends, his steps light as he walked alongside Sanemi towards the gate, their fingers intertwined.
Giyuu's pov
As Sanemi and I strolled towards the gate, hand in hand, I couldn't help but steal glances at him. He looked so handsome, so perfect, and I found myself wondering why he chose me out of everyone.
Lost in my thoughts, I absentmindedly hummed a tune, but my mind abruptly halted as I debated whether to voice my thoughts to him. Would he find them silly? Would he think it was a waste of time?
"Nee, Nemi," I called out, breaking the silence. He turned to me, his gaze curious.
"What is it? Is there something you want to tell me, something you need?" he inquired, his concern evident.
I chuckled softly, finding him adorable. "No, no, it's just that..." I trailed off, suddenly unsure. Maybe I was overthinking it. Maybe it wasn't important.
"I... nevermind, it's nothing, actually," I muttered, masking my uncertainty with a forced laugh.
"Are you sure?" he pressed, his eyes searching mine.
"Yeah, it's nothing," I replied with a whisper, maintaining my smile. But inside, I felt a twinge of something I couldn't quite place. Was it anxiety? Fatigue?
"Okay... Say, are you busy later, after your meet-up?" he inquired, changing the subject. I shook my head, indicating I had no plans.
"Nope, I'm free. Why?" I replied, curious.
"Maybe you want to, you know, go out?" he suggested, and I felt a rush of excitement.
"I'd love to! Why not? After all... we haven't been on many dates before. I... wait, is it a date?" I stumbled over my words, feeling self-conscious.
"Yeah, it is if you put it that way. So, 6 PM?" he proposed, stopping in his tracks to face me. I noticed his cheeks were tinged with red, and he seemed to be nervously biting his lip. It was endearing, and I couldn't help but chuckle at his expression.
"Of course," I agreed, rising onto my tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek, causing him to blush even deeper.
"I guess I'll see you at 6. See you, my love!" I called out as I dashed away, stealing one last glance at him before disappearing into the distance, his touch still lingering on the cheek i placed my lips
End of Giyuu's pov
Later in the tranquil shade of a sprawling tree, Giyuu, Shinobu, and Mitsuri found respite from the rigors of their duty. The air was filled with the soft rustle of leaves and the gentle chirping of birds, a serene backdrop to their peaceful gathering. As they savored the simple pleasures of mochi and onigiri, a shadow fell over their tranquility.
Black liquid dripped from Giyuu's mouth, a stark contrast against the vibrant hues of the afternoon. Shinobu's keen eyes caught the anomaly, her brows furrowing in concern mingled with confusion.
"Oi, Giyuu, what's that black liquid dripping down your mouth!?" Shinobu's voice cut through the calm, her worry palpable in the air.
Before Giyuu could respond, he abruptly sat up, a flicker of discomfort crossing his features. With a hastily muttered goodbye, he dashed away, hand pressed firmly against his mouth.
The sudden departure left Shinobu and Mitsuri exchanging puzzled glances, uncertainty lingering in the air like a whisper.
"...What the fuck was that?" Shinobu's voice was barely above a whisper, her concern evident in the furrow of her brow.
Mitsuri shrugged, a perplexed expression mirroring Shinobu's own. Uncertainty clouded their thoughts as they watched Giyuu disappear from view, the mystery of his sudden departure hanging in the air like an unspoken question.
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In the privacy of his room, Giyuu's facade of strength crumbled, giving way to the painful reality of his struggles. Collapsing onto the floor, he doubled over in agony as black substances spilled from his lips, each drop a reminder of the darkness that threatened to consume him.
Through gritted teeth, Giyuu cursed his own weakness, the weight of his affliction bearing down on him like a suffocating blanket. His thoughts spiraled into a maelstrom of self-loathing and despair, the echoes of past traumas reverberating through his mind.
"Damn it... I need my pills" Giyuu's internal voice was a desperate plea, a lifeline thrown into the abyss of his despair. With trembling hands, he rose to his feet, each step a struggle against the crushing weight of his own emotions.
"Stupid fucking depression" the words escaped his lips in a venomous whisper, a bitter reminder of the relentless battle he fought every day.
Yet, despite the darkness that threatened to engulf him, Giyuu clung to the faint glimmer of hope that lay within his grasp.
With a sense of grim determination, Giyuu sought solace in the only refuge he knew – a hidden compartment containing the pills that promised respite from his torment.
Labeled simply as "meds," they held the power to chase away the shadows that haunted him, if only for a fleeting moment.
With a trembling hand, Giyuu swallowed two pills, their bitter taste a bitter reminder of the price he paid for his fragile peace of mind.
And almost immediately, as if by some cruel twist of fate, his mood shifted, his smile returning like a beacon in the darkness.
For Giyuu, the pills were more than just medication; they were his salvation, his sanctuary in a world fraught with pain and suffering. And as the darkness receded, replaced by a fleeting sense of happiness
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Cliffhanger
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