[TUESDAY IS FINE also Shinobu is so mean I'm in tears. I LOVE HER SO MUCH, poor Giyuu.
Anyways, let's say that they are in the clothing store, because why not. Yasusada turns to her as soon as he notices her nearby, and then it's MEMORY TIME.
This is--there's a lot happening here, but mainly Shinobu insulting Giyuu?! WHY. Yasusada blinks, when the memory ends, and looks at her in confusion.]
He doesn't know how to read people or the atmosphere. He—
[ But then she's hit by the memory. Shinobu feels enough, sympathizes enough, that it brings tears to her eyes, and she brings her hand to her face to wipe them away. ]
It's nothing new for Yasusada, of course, but that doesn't make it easy to relive. His expression has fallen by the time the memory ends, and he grips the hilt of his sword to steady himself, hardly even realizing he's done it.]
...It was a long time ago. [He can't say it's alright, because it obviously wasn't.] He's at the Citadel now.
[He nods; it's not an easy thing, at times, but's pretty open with his emotions. Even if it's difficult to talk about, he doesn't shy away from what he feels. Uncomfortable truths, now, that's a different matter, but something like this--he'll talk about it, especially knowing Kashuu's safe at home.]
...We spent about 300 years apart. More, I think. [Time is tricky, when you live as long as they do.] When we met again, he was the same, but different too.
...I mean, he's still Kiyomitsu. I love him no matter what. [That's easy for him to say--it always has been. Even if he meant it the way that humans do, he would have no trouble admitting it.] But it's--where he comes from, it wasn't a good place. So I think, even with Okita-kun, he was worried a lot.
[He tried his best not to show it, but Yasusada's more perceptive than people give him credit for. Even Kashuu. And then he'd died, which... well. When your fate is in the hands of someone who swore to care for you... Yasusada doesn't agree with him, but he understands why Kashuu's still upset about it.]
He looks different now, and he doesn't really like to talk about the past much. But he's still afraid that he won't be loved. Especially at the Citadel.
[Yasusada is not Lan Wangji, so he doesn't hesitate to nod--but he does pause afterwards, looking dissatisfied.]
I do sometimes. It's not as if it's a secret. [He doesn't say it often, mostly because he believes it's obvious. Rain falls from the sky, sakura blooms in spring, and he loves Kashuu. None of them really need pointing out. But he tries anyway, on occasion. Sometimes it feels important.] But he gets embarrassed about it, if I say it too directly. [Kashuu is a big dumb tsuntsun.] And anyway, it's not me that he worries about.
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Anyways, let's say that they are in the clothing store, because why not. Yasusada turns to her as soon as he notices her nearby, and then it's MEMORY TIME.
This is--there's a lot happening here, but mainly Shinobu insulting Giyuu?! WHY. Yasusada blinks, when the memory ends, and looks at her in confusion.]
Do you dislike him?
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No. I don't. I do think he is an insensitive idiot, but I don't dislike him.
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[They haven't spoken much, but Giyuu's been... mostly fine?? WHERE IS THIS BULLYING COMING FROM. Is this a friendship thing.
When he looks at her to ask the question, though, she gets a fun little memory of her own! Hooray.]
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[ But then she's hit by the memory. Shinobu feels enough, sympathizes enough, that it brings tears to her eyes, and she brings her hand to her face to wipe them away. ]
I'm sorry, Yasusada-san.
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--ah. This memory.
It's nothing new for Yasusada, of course, but that doesn't make it easy to relive. His expression has fallen by the time the memory ends, and he grips the hilt of his sword to steady himself, hardly even realizing he's done it.]
...It was a long time ago. [He can't say it's alright, because it obviously wasn't.] He's at the Citadel now.
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[ She doesn't quite understand how or why or what the Citadel means in this exact case, but she understands the important part. ]
Although that doesn't mean you didn't experience loneliness.
[ It may be painful, but she wants to acknowledge it. ]
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...We spent about 300 years apart. More, I think. [Time is tricky, when you live as long as they do.] When we met again, he was the same, but different too.
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[ As human as she is, as young as she is, it's hard to fully conceptualize. She doesn't know how long it felt to him. ]
Was he different in a good way?
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[He tried his best not to show it, but Yasusada's more perceptive than people give him credit for. Even Kashuu. And then he'd died, which... well. When your fate is in the hands of someone who swore to care for you... Yasusada doesn't agree with him, but he understands why Kashuu's still upset about it.]
He looks different now, and he doesn't really like to talk about the past much. But he's still afraid that he won't be loved. Especially at the Citadel.
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[ She says softly. Even if he didn't say it so frankly, just the way he talks about Kashuu makes it clear.
Is it that Kashuu can't see it, or is it because— ]
Do you tell him that you do?
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I do sometimes. It's not as if it's a secret. [He doesn't say it often, mostly because he believes it's obvious. Rain falls from the sky, sakura blooms in spring, and he loves Kashuu. None of them really need pointing out. But he tries anyway, on occasion. Sometimes it feels important.] But he gets embarrassed about it, if I say it too directly. [Kashuu is a big dumb tsuntsun.] And anyway, it's not me that he worries about.
stop some things just happen
[ She understands. There aren't actually any tsuns in the Pillars, but there are enough in the Demon Slayer Corps in general that she knows. ]
Who is he worried about?
STOP TRYING TO MAKE WOLF DEATHS HAPPEN!!!!
As for that question, though--well. He hesitates for a second, but Kashuu isn't here, and Shinobu will likely never meet him, so.]
Master. There's so many other swords around, he's worried that he won't be loved anymore.
I DIDN'T TRY IT ALREADY HAPPENED
[ you heard it here first: tsunderes are fools.
Her expression softens. ]
Ah. That's something he needs to talk to your master about. That'd be the most straightforward way to help him.