DIE! ||•Giyu angst shots•|| ||×Written And Edited By Tokito_Muiricho×||

Me?

[Basically Sanemi confessing to Giyu, so a pretty short chapter

"I-i like you!" Sanemi shouts at Giyu, who was walking away. He freezes, clenching his fists and staring down, his eyes wide.
Looking back up, Giyu turns around, walking back to Sanemi, coming to a stop infront of him.

"You could have anyone you want.." Giyu mumbles, turning his gaze away from Sanemi, looking to the side. "Why would you want to be with me?"

"Because I admire you, damn it!" Sanemi yells, and Giyu looks at him, shocked.

"But I'm just a fake Hashira. I never deserved this." Giyu states bluntly, and Sanemi narrows his eyes.

"Why do you say that?" He retorts, and Giyu hesitates, pulling at the sleeves of his mismatched haori.

"My best friend got killed in final selection. He was the one who killed most of the demons. He protected me, and all he got was a painful death! It should have been me!" Giyu breaks down, his eyes shaking as his sight goes wobbly, and his breathing becomes fast and shallow.

Sanemi slaps him across the face, pointing a finger at him, a stinging pain in Giyus cheek where he was slapped.

Bringing a hand up to his face, Giyu looks at Sanemi, who looks pissed.

"You deserve this!" Sanemi growls, and Giyu realizes what he just said. He hadn't told anyone about Sabito, but he just told Sanemi how he died?

"Uh oh, there it goes, I said to much it overflowed, why do I always spill?" Giyu whispers hurriedly, and Sanemi pauses, his hands falling limply to the side.

"Are you okay?" He asks, and Giyu looks up at him, a crazed look in his eyes.

"I feel it coming out my throat, guess I better wash my mouth out with soap!" Giyu laughs, before doubling over in a fit of coughs, blood dripping onto his hands.