Giyuu Tomioka isn’t someone that normally gets a lot of time to himself. He’s usually busy with missions, constantly on the go. Not that he minds—sitting around, alone with his thoughts—it’s something he doesn’t do all that well with. But this was different. He was here, in the Swordsmith Village, finding a moment of peace to recover from his recent battles. The quiet atmosphere did nicely to dull his thoughts for once.

He can feel his muscles slowly regaining their strength, his breathing even and calm. He didn’t get an opportunity to come here often, being that the village was hidden and not accessible normally, but Oyakata-sama had sent him to come and recover. He had been relieved to find a quiet place to rest without interruption.

Those thoughts are immediately pushed aside when he hears someone approaching and sitting nearby. Giyuu’s eyes open, a bewildered look on his face. Not only had someone joined him in this secluded area, but they’d chosen to sit right across from him. He can feel himself becoming flustered by the sudden company, his eyes wide. He opens his mouth to speak, and he can barely get the words out. “A-Are you serious?”