sanegiyuu

THIS IS SANEGIYUU YOU DON'T LIKE IT LEAVE (NOT MY ART BACKROUND) The Hashira meeting had dissolved into its usual chaos. Sanemi's voice echoed through the courtyard, sharp enough to make even the Kakushi nearby freeze. "So?" he snapped, glaring at Giyuu. "Do you seriously think you're better than the rest of us?" Every pair of eyes turned toward the Water Hashira. Giyuu looked up, startled. "I never said I—" "You didn't have to!" Sanemi cut him off, taking another step forward. "You act like you're above everyone else! You barely talk to us, you ignore everyone, and then you stand there with that stupid expression—" The others watched in silence. Mitsuri looked worried. Shinobu sighed quietly. Obanai folded his arms. Muichiro stared blankly, though even he could tell something felt... off. Giyuu didn't answer. Not because he didn't want to. Because suddenly... The world tilted. His vision blurred. The shouting became distant, muffled, like he was underwater. His legs felt strangely light. *I forgot breakfast...* Again. Actually... Had he eaten yesterday? He couldn't remember. He'd only slept for maybe two hours. The floor of his estate wasn't exactly comfortable, but he didn't deserve a bed anyway. Not after Sabito. Not after Tsutako. Not after surviving when they hadn't. He was useless. Weak. A burden. Someone far more deserving should have become the Water Hashira. The insults Sanemi was yelling barely registered anymore. They sounded too much like his own thoughts. *You're worthless.* *You're ugly.* *You're a failure.* *You should have died instead.* His breathing became uneven. Dark spots danced across his vision. "Giyuu?" Shinobu's voice reached him from somewhere nearby. Then... Everything went black. Before anyone could react, Giyuu's knees buckled. His sword slipped from his hand with a metallic clatter. He collapsed face-first onto the wooden floor. "..." Silence. Complete silence. Sanemi froze mid-sentence.