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Requested by: MayJGirl

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Word Count - 4328
Tristful - Published 08/27/20

Tristful: Deeply yet romantically melancholy.
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It was unusual to say the least as the weather had become so frigidly cold this early in the year. The snowy season had yet to begun—as it was still the middle of the tenth month—yet fragile ice crystals fluttered from the puffy clouds above. Any other person would be completely baffled to why and how such wintry weather could prevail as long as the trees remained crimson with leaves, but you were entranced—excited, even to see such a sight so early.

After all, you were the Ice Hashira.

So as you walked along the designated path to the headquarters, with a noticeable amused skip in your step, you found delight in the icy formations as they hit your skin, melting upon contact. They swirled and entangled with the swaying strands of your hair, catching on your eyelashes and even blanketing your own arctic haori with a pattern similar to the delicate objects of precipitation.

It was almost like you were in a place of your own, reaching your hands out in attempts to catch the crystals—even when your fingertips were reddened with a raw tingling, bare and vulnerable to the icy nips created when you graced them. It seemed that with even the slightest exhale of your burning breath, the snowflakes fizzled away in the puffed clouds of warmth.

This was a memorable moment, the first snowfall of the season, and each year the mention of the cold season brought a nostalgic comfort to your soul. As a little girl you always looked forward to what winter brought, and even as you trained your body to its limits to become one of the strongest swordsmen of the corps, that small detail about you remained.

Leaning your head up to gaze upon the whitened sky, you stuck your tongue out childishly to catch a few flakes upon your tongue, giggling out a delighted sound. It had distracted you quite a bit from your walking, but the figure crunching on ahead in the slight blanket of snow hadn't said a word when you stopped to take in the sight, even going as far to wait for your figure to catch up.

Quickly running amongst the forest, you reached the man's side, offering up an apologetic smile to which he simply glanced at with ocean eyes, continuing his steps as you made sure to stay by his side this time. A wordless silence didn't really bother you—despite having a bubbly and caring personality, much unlike your breathing technique would suggest—but rather you were thankful for it, because it kept the surreal atmosphere peaceful.

Fate had just happened to allow you to stumble upon the Hashira while you were making your way to the headquarters in order to report your findings on the last recent mission of yours. So when your gaze fell upon his stern form, you quickly rushed to greet the man. It appeared that he was also returning to deliver the news of his own mission.

It was widely known that you and Tomioka got along quite well—well, because with his standards you were respectful of his introverted behavior, never prying or bothering him with unnecessary things. You both shared a quiet professional relationship, and because of that you were grateful you had someone to help you train, or to go to if you ever needed help with a mission or task.

Perhaps it was because you saw how the man was rather harshly disregarded by the other Hashira, or because he was a mysterious person who never failed to complete their duties, but regardless you would be lying if you said that you weren't close with him. Your breathing techniques were similar too, for your own forms were derived from Water Breathing.