The Swimming Butterfly (Giyushino Fanfic)

Oneshot

He sits at the table alone, tapping his foot along to the beat of his music. Giyu observes the multitude of baristas tending the shop, searching for one in particular. Several of them are lost in the art of brewing while the others strike up conversations with the customers. He sighs rather loudly in disappointment, failing to find the female barista he had been intent on seeing. 

Giyu ignores the stares that he receives at the cafe, many of them coming from a group of female schoolmates who claimed to be his biggest fans. The rest of the stares came from several of the baristas- whether they were gazes of admiration or curiosity- he could not care less. 

He felt a vile feeling arise whenever he looked at his so-called 'fans'. The only feeling he felt towards them was, quite frankly, disgust. His disdain for them started after Tsutako's funeral wake. It wasn't the fact they attended, but their behavior instead. 

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People of all ages arrived at Tsutako's wake. After all, his sister was a kind soul who loved helping everyone. It was to no one's surprise that people of all ages arrived, whether it was a lost child who she brought home safely or a senior citizen who she bought pastries for. At some point in time, she must have helped the schoolmates who arrived, or so he thought. 

In the middle of mourning, a group of girls burst through the doors, wearing colorful clothing inappropriate for his sister's wake. I guess Tsutako had some exuberant friends. He tried his best to ignore their improper wear and the fact that they were several hours late. 

He really did, trying his best to focus on his late sister until he began to hear them speak. "Oh my gosh, is that really Tomioka-senpai?" "He looks sooooo good in that black suit." "I'm so glad I came. I wish I could take a photo to remember this sight forever." "It's a shame that he's not smiling. That would be the ultimate picture." 

As Giyu got up to admonish the girls at hand, a petite hand on his right and a more sturdy one on his left held him down. "Don't worry about them," Makomo whispered into his ear. "We'll take care of them." 

He sat back down reluctantly, believing that Makomo and Sabito would let them off too easily. Before either of his best friends could get out of their seats, a beautiful woman beat them to it. Or perhaps a girl. Giyu couldn't discern her age, but he was thankful nonetheless. 

She tapped the rowdy girls on the back and whispered something into their ears. Giyu couldn't discern her words, but the girls most certainly did. They sported a terrified look as his savior escorted them out. 

After the wake ended, he looked for the girl frantically before she left. His search ended in failure even after he enlisted the help of his childhood friends. 

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Giyu is lying down on the couch, watching the television mindlessly. On the days where he doesn't have kendo practice, he has to take recovering seriously. Sabito slouches to his right, almost melting into the cushions. He grunts after Makomo jumps into his lap. Sabito tries to push her off but to no avail. Reluctantly he lets her snuggle into his chest before resting his head on top of hers. 

"You guys know that I'm still here right?" Giyu has repositioned himself to lay upside down on the couch, letting his head dangle off of the cusion. 

"I'm sorry, I thought you were still outside, too busy trying to find her again," his friend quickly retorts. Giyu sighs as he lets himself slowly fall off of the couch. "How are you going to find her if you can't even describe her to us."