Random Stuff about Giyuu and Shiru

Random Stuff about Giyuu and Shiru

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Hi there you have most likely seen my story "Fire and Water" if not you can go ahead and read if you wanna. Guys i saw the votes and ranking i'm so honored thank you so much and i got first for black girl thank you so much for this and as a black girl it makes me glad that you all enjoy it. Now i'm doing this i hope you guys enjoy it as much as the story. Also you can ask for requests or interact with them. Warning the characters are OOC. And if you don't like it please leave as i don't appreciate hate comments
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The river behind Mount Fujikasane ran black at night. You and Giyu sat on the stones after Final Selection, bandages crisp, lungs raw from six days of not dying. The wisteria swayed above like small, purple constellations. Your hands cupped a battered paper lantern you'd found in a shed, its flame trembling. "Why keep it?" Giyu asked, voice low enough to be mistaken for wind. "Because it's small," you said, lighting the wick with a sliver of your palm's glow. "And still refuses the dark." He watched the light steady and did not look away. Back then, you did not understand why the quiet around him made you brave. "We made it," you whispered. He tipped the lantern so the river took your reflection and tore it to lace. "We did." You went down the mountain with a friend you would later lose, with a boy who would become a man made of water and silence, and with the soft, sudden understanding that your power wasn't only blinding, it could be gentle enough to cradle a flame.

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