Ocxhashira Stories

> She came from Korea with a sword forged from the sky and pain stitched into her voice. He was the Wind Hashira, chaos wrapped in scars and fury. They weren't meant to fall in love. They were meant to survive. Giyuko's parents died in an "accident." But she believes it was murder. And while the investigation begins, she plays her guitar beneath the stars, crying softly for a family she lost. Sanemi's mother-her parents' best friend-comforts her. He doesn't. He glares. He yells. He pushes everyone away. Except her. When Giyuko faints mid-mission from her rose allergy, he's the one catching her. When boys talk to her, he's the one clenching his jaw. When she plays guitar, he watches silently from the shadows. They're assigned to plan the Corps Festival. Disaster? Yes. They fight. They burn. But love? It crashes like a comet. "You're a storm, Sanemi Shinazugawa." "And you're my damn sky, Giyuko."