Drabbles || GiyuShino

moonlit whispers: part ii

And sometimes, the moon conspires with the heart.

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In the moon-kissed silence of that rooftop, Giyu and Shinobu continued their whispered confessions. The stars above seemed to hold their breath, as if waiting for the universe to acknowledge this fragile moment.

Shinobu pulled away, her eyes searching his. "Tomioka-san," she said, "I've loved you since the first star blinked."

He didn't speak. Instead, he reached into his haori and pulled out something small—a silver hairpin, delicate as moonlight. "For you," he said, his voice barely audible.

Shinobu's breath caught. The hairpin was exquisite—a crescent moon with tiny stars dangling from it. "Tomioka-san," she whispered, "it's beautiful."

He hesitated, then brushed her cheek with his thumb. "The moon," he said, "is lovely. But it pales in comparison to you."

And then, beneath the stars, with the moon as their witness, Giyu kissed her again. His lips were soft, a promise whispered against her skin. And as they held each other, Shinobu realized that sometimes, love was like moonlight—a quiet force that illuminated even the darkest corners of the heart.

And so, on that rooftop, with the world asleep below and the stars as their witnesses, Tomioka Giyuu and Shinobu Kochou began their love story—a tale written across the sky, whispered by the moon, and sealed with a kiss.

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