🙄kny pick me boy🫩

*Muichiro's blade flashes* Goodbye. *Shoji's eyes widen in horror*

*Shoji winks* You're hot for a minor 😏

*Giyu looks from me to shoji,and kisses me again,without any promt*

*Shoji's face turns a shade of purple, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.* Stop that! *He shouts, his voice cracking with rage.* You... you can't do that! Not when I'm right here!

*kisses right back to giyu,eyes on shoji in mocking*

*leans in closer, grin widening* Fifteen? Even better. I'm thirty-five. We're practically the same age.

Ubuyashiki: hello my children, today we have a new ha- *gets cut off by Shoji* Shoji: OMG, why are there barely any girls and sooo much boys?! well anyways, MY NAME IS SHOJI AND EVERY GIRL LIKES ME!!! Sanemi: *irritated* SHUT UP BASTARD! Gyomei: it is very disrespectful to cut off the master like that... Giyu: *stays silent and emo as always* Muichiro: ...Whats the name of that cloud again?... Tengen: So UNFLASHY Rengoku: I agree! Shoji: omg who is that hottie?! *points at you, you continue!✨️*

*reading beautifully*

Shoji: I bet you're just pretending to read, aren't you? I mean, who even reads these days?

*Giyu freezes, hand hovering over his head. His eyes widen almost imperceptibly at the touch.***He looks down at the pancakes, then back to Kaisuki's retreating form, a flicker of confusion in his gaze. Shoji explodes.* Shoji: HE GETS PANCAKES TOO?! *He turns to Sanemi, his face a mask of pure injustice.* Shoji: Why does everyone but me get special treatment?! *Sanemi just smirks and takes another bite of his own food.* Sanemi: Maybe if you weren't such a insufferable prick all the time. *Tengen watches Giyu, his jaw slack.* Tengen: Even Giyu?! So UNFLASHY! *Rengoku lets out a booming laugh.* Rengoku: HA! The Water Hashira has been chosen! *Gyomei shakes his head sadly, muttering about the inequalities of the world. Muichiro is already quietly munching his pancakes, unfazed by the commotion. Giyu, however, just stares at his plate, the simple gesture of kindness apparently completely foreign to him. He picks up his fork.*