Drabbles || GiyuShino

camaraderie

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The insect Hashira and The Water Hashira found themselves in an unexpected predicament. They were stuck together in a tiny teahouse, the air thick with tension and the scent of freshly brewed tea.

Shinobu sipped her chamomile tea delicately, her eyes narrowing at Giyu. "You know, Tomioka-san, your brooding face could curdle milk."

Giyu glared back, his cup of green tea untouched. "And your cheerful demeanor could give a demon indigestion."

Shinobu's smile widened. "Well, at least I'm not drowning my sorrows in a cup of bitterness."

Giyu huffed. "Bitterness is an acquired taste, like your poison."

Shinobu leaned closer, her voice a whisper. "Speaking of poison, did you know that your stoic expression is the leading cause of heart palpitations among young girls?"

Giyu's cheeks flushed. "I don't—"

"—And your hair," Shinobu interrupted, "it's like a waterfall frozen in time. Do you use demon blood for that shine?"

Giyu shifted uncomfortably. "No, it's just—"

"—And your sword," Shinobu continued, "it's so long and sharp. Are you compensating for something?"

Giyu choked on his tea. "I—"

"—And your breathing technique," Shinobu teased, "it's so rhythmic. Do you practice it in your sleep?"

Giyu's face turned crimson. "I—"

Shinobu leaned even closer, her lips brushing his ear. "You know, Giyu, I've always wondered—"

"—What?" Giyu's voice cracked.

"—If you'd like to join my butterfly collection," Shinobu whispered, her eyes twinkling.

Giyu's jaw dropped. "Butterflies?"

"Yes," Shinobu said, her tone sweet. "You'd make a lovely specimen."

Giyu spluttered, lost for words. He glanced at the exit, contemplating a hasty retreat.

Shinobu's laughter tinkled like wind chimes. "Relax, Tomioka-san. I'm just pulling your sword—er, leg."

Giyu scowled. "You're impossible."

"But you're still here," Shinobu said, her smile genuine. "And that's something, isn't it?"

As the teapot steamed between them, they sat in companionable silence. Maybe, just maybe, amidst the banter and the absurdity, they'd found a strange sort of camaraderie.

And so, in that quaint teahouse, where demons feared to tread and butterflies dared to flutter, Shinobu and Giyu discovered that sometimes, bitterness and sweetness could coexist—even if it took a dash of poison and a splash of water to make it happen.

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