• ☾ Cold Blue ☽ •

• ☾ Chapter 13 | Injuries and baking ☽ •

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~ Shinobu's POV ~
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I felt the cool air come in from the window, a small breeze blowing onto my face, waking me up. I groaned in annoyance, I just wanted too sleep and get some rest.. sleep sounded so good right now! I sighed and stretched my arms up, grunting and then standing up as I walked outside to the veranda for some fresh air. I took in a huff of air, the air smelled like maple. The air was so crisp and fresh, I felt a wave of comfort and refreshment wash over me. A smile curled into my lips. I closed my eyes to just feel the nice breeze wash over me, at first I thought it was annoying, but now it felt so nice! I opened up my eyes, but saw a strange shadow like figure in the distance... I squinted my eyes, only to notice a very recognizable haori, it was Tomioka! I saw him stumble back over to the house, but I noticed something strange.. his hand was covering his arm and he was gritting his teeth, that's when I noticed a small patch of blood on his haori. I gasped and stood up, rushing over to him.

"Oh my... Tomioka - san, are you alright!?" I asked, placing my hands down on his shoulders. He looked down at me, his cold blue eyes staring into mine. "I'm fine.. this isn't the first time this has happened..." he said, I moved out of the way and he continued walking inside. He stumbled up onto the veranda and indoors, I trailed behind him. "Do you need me to bandage your wound? I usually bandage my sisters wounds when they get injured, and I'm educated around medical stuff—" "I'm fine... You can go rest, I don't want you to have to worry about me, I'm not worth your time." He said with an almost annoyed tone.. rude, I was only trying to help?

But maybe he's just cranky.. he stayed up all night fighting demons, I'd probably be cranky and annoyed too. He walked into his office and shut the door on me, and now I felt lonely. I sighed and walked back to the bedroom where my sisters were. I closed the door and the window that was blowing all the cold air into our room. I laid down in bed, placing the blanket over me.
But I couldn't help but worry about Tomioka - san, even if this is normal for him, I couldn't help but feel worried... when the sun rose up into the sky and the birds sang loudly, I woke up and realized it was morning already. I groaned, sitting up and rubbing the sleep away from my eyes. I then remember about last night, when Tomioka-san came home with a gash on his arm, was he okay now? Did he bandage up his wound? Well, I'm sure he did, but I can't help but be worried about him. I hate feeling this way, it makes me feel so pathetic, I don't get why I have to worry so much about him... I sigh get up out of my futon bed and walk back out to the verandaa to catch some fresh air, only to find Giyuu sitting there with a cup of tea in his hand. He isn't wearing his uniform, he's wearing a pair of black hakama pants with a white button-up with rolled-up sleeves. Seeing him in such casual clothing is a bit surprising, I don't recall ever seeing him in anything that wasn't his uniform. He turns his head so I guess he noticed my presence. "Good morning," I say, he nods and looks back down to his cup of tea. "Morning..." he replies bluntly. Usually, I'd be annoyed with his blunt language, but I've been so worried about him that right now I just wanna check on him and see if he's okay. "May I sit down with you?" I asked, pointing down at the spot next to him. He takes a sip of his tea. "You don't need to ask," he replies, I shrug awkwardly and just sit next to him. The sun was shining beautifully, its golden glow hovering over our faces. I close my eyes and smile as I feel the breeze blow over me, the air is still crisp and still smells of maple. "It's so beautiful outside, I wish all days could be like this..." I say, mumbling the last part sadly. These kinds of days make me so happy, but I also can't help but feel sad because they remind me of my parents, I love Himejima... he's the perfect father, but I can't help but miss my mother and father. I still remember their faces, their scents, and their voices, I haven't forgotten and I don't want to. I feel a bit of sadness well up inside Of me and I look down at my feet. A frown clenched my lips.