You woke up to the kisses of sunlight. It was a bit harsh on the skin so you guessed it was around 8am now. From the window, you saw Karasutori nipping on Giyu's crow. You smiled at the sight before rubbing your eyes. Still groggy, you turned over to your stomach and stretched lazily.
It had also dawned to you that Giyu was no where to be seen. Seeing that it was a little too hot for your liking, you took off your haori and unbuttoned your uniform. Judging that it would take a while before Giyu would appear once more, you were now in a fully unbuttoned uniform and even put your hair down. Standing up, you rubbed your eyes and made your way towards the private toilet.
Just as you were about to slide the tatami doors, they slid open for you. Steam brushed your face as you realized that you were now face to face with Giyu. His eyes were wide open and his mouth agape, a rare sighting you told yourself. With a hazy mind, your eyes wandered down. The steam wrapped his lower half but you could make out the lower half of his yukata.
"I forgot my uniform. I'm sorry." Giyu said as if nothing happened. Walking out of the washroom, your eyes followed his body.
Your breathing suddenly labored at the sight bestowed upon you. His back was facing you. His very formed and toned back was facing you. After he bent down to get his folded uniform, you saw how his muscles flexed from minimal effort. It had also registered late that his hair was not tied in a lazy ponytail. Tiny beads of water slowly made their way down his back.
When he turned around, you swallowed your saliva. Despite his child-like appearance, there was no denying that his torso showed signs of someone who trained endlessly everyday. Chiseled to perfection if you were to comment. Perfect abdominal muscles partnered with carved obliques.
Giyu, oblivious to what he was doing, made his way back towards the washroom. Seeing that you had not moved an inch from where you were standing, he stopped his tracks and eyed you down. His eyes widened and he walked back inside to grab a tissue.
"(Y/N)? Your nose..."
"Huh?" You were put back into reality. Closing your mouth, you tasted something unfamiliar. Remembering what Giyu had just said, you stared at the piece of tissue in his hand. Hoping that you were wrong, you slowly touched your upper lip and felt a thick liquid substance. "Oh shit..."
Grabbing the tissue, you covered your bleeding nose and held Giyu by his bare (and rock hard) shoulder. Turning him around, you pushed him back inside the washroom before closing the door for him.
Flopping back to the futon, you were met with Karasutori. If you were right, he seemed to be laughing his birdness out.
"HOW LAME! GETTING A NOSEBLEED BECAUSE OF--" Without second thought, you grabbed him before he could finish his sentence and threw him out of the window. Snapping your gaze at Giyu's crow, you saw how the poor old crow seemed unsure of what to do. One squint and he slowly made his way to where Karasutori was thrown.
"Why did you fail me, body?" You scolded yourself. Examining the tissue, you thanked yourself that the bleeding had stopped.
There was a knock on the door and it slowly slid open. Ayumi welcomed herself and presented breakfast. Placing two rice bowls, miso soup, grilled fish, and a bunch of side dishes, you hurriedly went towards her and admired all the food. When she finally faced you, her cheeks went pink at the sight of your undone uniform.
"Uhm... (Y/N)-san?"
"What? Is my nose bleeding again?" You panicked and reached for your upper lip once more.
"No." She let out a small laugh and pointed at your chest. "But your companion might if he sees you like this."
Looking down, you rolled your eyes and face palmed yourself. Apologizing as you buttoned it up, Ayumi brushed it off and excused herself. When the door closed, the other opened. Giyu was now looking his best. Contrary to your appearance, you knew you looked homeless beside him.
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A Different Pillar (Tomioka Giyu x Reader)
FanfictionAt age 10, (Y/N) (L/N) became one of the first Hashira's along side her mentor Sakonji Urokodaki. However, despite the honor of becoming a Hashira, she does not see herself fit for the title. Only Urokodaki and Ubuyashiki know about her breathing st...