*Imagine the citadel baring some of its attributes from the house from Howl's moving castle. It doesn't walk or move,  doesn't have a talking magical fire (you have konnosuke for that lol), but it does have a door that could transport you through various timelines and centuries,  there's also a switch that helps transform it into the various cycles of seasons and scenery we see in game. It creates a disturbance in the citadel but it ultimately changes the entire layout and time of day within the citadel. There's also a requirement in order to enter, you either have to be connected to the saniwa, or be one of the toukens. The swords can be summoned into a specific locations for sorties via machine, or be forcefully summoned/pulled out by the saniwa in case of emergency. Doing sorties can also put a strain on the saniwa's health, so when doing surveys they can just leave through the door, leaving through the door however, leads them to the date and time where it should begin but not the actual spot where the survey starts. All of this knowledge is passed on from your first sword towards the next swords to be summoned, so you don't have to worry about orientating every new sword that appears.

*And for a massive expansion, I picture the saniwa doing the same thing Howl does when helping the castle move.

Magic circle, a ritual the toukens are barely able to wrap their head around (even from the most mystical ones, despite having a vague idea of the process, are still amazed by the sudden transformation). Everyone has to stop what they're doing and stay inside the citadel and try not to panic as the saniwa reforms both the inside and outside of the citadel.

*AND YES YES IK THE ANIME ALRDY SHOWED THAT THEY ALL JUST MOVED SOMEWHERE BUT HEAR ME OUT

*The citadel's central core is the saniwa. Their body serves as a the main source of life power for each sword. Their power to create and bestow life on the swords comes directly from their lifeforce— all saniwas have a lifeforce that allows them live for extremely long— almost lending them immortality if it isn’t tampered or drained out of them.

*And that power is strong enough to sustain the forcefield that surrounds the area that they live in, it protects them all from harm or from the retrogade army from sensing their presence/location.

*each sword that appears in the citadel takes a bit of life force from the saniwa’s body, the more swords that appear in the citadel, the weaker the saniwa's body becomes.

*overtime the saniwa’s body gets steadily drained from said life force. Hence why there’s a limit as to how many swords they can have in the citadel.

*as the final sword gets forged, another succesor will take the saniwa’s place. Someone stronger, but more or less suffers the same fate as time goes on.

*in the process of the saniwa getting replaced, their body is then used as a form of enhancement to further improve and solidify the citadel. Just like the "strengthen", in the game, where duplicate swords are used to improve the original swords stats, it's like that, except instead of the first saniwa being improved, they're body is then sacrificed as a means of power for the citadel (and in extension, the swords') overall improvement. The toukens get stronger, the citadel becomes more formidable.

How the sword bois react to this information:

*I imagine these specific swords who have undergone a massive attachment (or change) in their kiwame forms may be the most against the whole process, mainly kiwames: Kashuu, Hasebe, Fudou, Yasusada

Considering how they've lost important people or have been discarded in the past, and the journey that helped them come to terms with it all suddenly goes for naught because the master they wanted to serve and protect is going to be killed-- sacrificed. It's even worse that they know what will happen to you and yet they still aren't able to do anything to stop it. It almost feels like they've been betrayed, because what was all this for? It wouldn't be wise to ask them to help escort you or help you in the process. They'd adamantly refuse, beg you to not go, they'd pry, try to bargain with you, ask if there's anything that they can do to prevent it, that there must be some other way, another way where they won't have to lose another important person in their life.

Could possibly get aggressive, it's best to have another sword (or several) with you when relaying the info to them, and keep them as far away as possible from the sortie machine.

*They're resigned, almost defeated, not because they're apathetic to the situation, but because they don't know how to feel about it. They understand that this isn't easy for you either, and they know enough not to press on the matter too much. Would assist you with anything that doesn't involve them having to have a hand at, or have to see you die. They don't want to see it, nor do they want to let it happen either, they'd ask if there's another way around it, ask if you really wanted to go through with it

"Do you want to run-away? It's definitely a choice" (it isn't, well at least for you), they'll respect your decision eitherway and act accordingly, only because they don't know any other way to cope with the news: Yamanbagiri Kunihiro, Nagasone, Mutsunokami, Tsurumaru, Shizukagata

*They understand the price of war. The families that wait endlessly for their loved ones to come back, the so called heroes that never got to reap their rewards or see if their sacrifice was worth the pain of leaving behind everyone they've ever loved.

But you're not supposed to be a hero, you're their master, the head of the citadel.

They've lived lifetimes ahead of you, they can live without you eventually, but despite this... not having you in the citadel, not seeing you at your usual spot by the balcony every evenings, not being able to receive an omamori from you every time they go to a sortie, knowing your fate and not being able to do anything but bide the time until they find someone else to sit by the balcony and give out their omamori.

It's not a wound that heals easily, but it’s not immobilising either, it’s a different type of ache, a longing that feels so familiar yet so far away.

They don't know who sold their homeland, but they know who paid the price.

And as unfortunate as it is, you are yet just another spoil of war. They wouldn't say they didn't see it coming, there was always a  sizeable distance between you and everyone else, noticing it was an unsaid taboo, a topic not breached by any. There are many things you couldn't say or tell them. There are many things you had to hide, the news of your future passing only solidified this fact even further, you were carrying a burden they know you wouldn't let anyone else shoulder. They respect your choice regarding the matter without hesitation: Souza, Onimaru, Yagen, Oodenta, Ookurikara, Juzumaru, Akashi Kuniyuki, Sayo

*Absolutely heartbroken, they're crying halfway through your explanation. Isn't there any other way? This is too cruel, you're not actually going through with it are you? They'll be good-- better, they won't ask for anything anymore, just please stay, please don't leave, please please please-- complete opposite to the first one in that they are compliant (but still deeply saddened) about the news, will eventually relent in the end. The least they can do before their time with you runs out is to spend as much of it by your side. In the end, your choice on the matter will be above all. But that doesn't stop them from crying, hoping, praying, wishing all of this wasn't true, that maybe it was all just a suprise, a terrible, cruel prank set to scare them. That one day, they won't have to fear waking up and not seeing you in your room-- instead you're alive, happy, smiling. Not being able to see that again... It scares them so much. They refuse to leave your side: Akita, Midare, Houchou, Gokotai, Kashuu (non-kiwame), Shinano, Hakata, (most of the tantous I think)

*Trying to keep up a strong face while their heart is breaking. They're trying their hardest not to cry in front of you and with the others, but spend some time with them after the news and they'll burst. It's unfair, they barely had any time to spend with you, and then they won't get to see you anymore?: Shioshio, Kasen, Horikawa, Kanesada, Aizen, Doudanuki, Yasusada (non-kiwame), Namazuo, Fudou (pre-kiwame), Jiroutachi

♡ Monoyoshi is someone who loves life and actively seeks out what it means to be human. He wants to experience it all!

♡ Before his life as a Touken Danshi, Monoyoshi was a sword of Tokugawa Ieyasu and got passed along in the Ieyasu family. He saw the family strive and saw many of his masters as a child then grow into fine warriors.

♡ Being able to have the chance to live for himself is one that he would never take for granted.

♡ Monoyoshi wears his heart on his sleeve. He is always seen smiling and helping others, either by his great luck or his soothing words.

♡ Monoyoshi loves kids and normally always the first to welcome any new tantous to the citadel, or help any random kid that he sees when you take him shopping with you.

♡ A baby fussing in front of you two? Suddenly Monoyoshi starts to sing a lullaby or making silly faces at the child. Most times, the baby quiets down and looks at Monoyoshi with interest.

♡ He also shows you the same affection. You may be the saniwa but he actively tries to learn who you are as a person.

♡ Monoyoshi is very sensitive to negative emotions and is always there when he feels like something is wrong.

♡ As caring and affectionate as he is, he may not realize when his feelings turn from platonic to romantic. That is something you can't learn from observing.

♡ He was there when his previous masters got married... but when did they fall in love? He didn't know.

♡ That is an aspect in life that brings him great interest because he wants to understand it so badly. Love is clearly so powerful to the heart that he wants to understand what it feels like.

♡ He expresses these wishes to you before either of you have any feelings for one another.

♡ Queue the romcom movie nights. He will watch everyone of them and you will be there on the ride for him to ask all the questions.

♡ "Why did they suddenly fight? I thought they loved each other?" "Uh... probably for an interesting conflict in the movie but sometimes people don't see eye to eye, even if they do love each other."

♡ He is so confused by this because he thought love was the most powerful element and nothing could get in the way of that.

♡ Which starts his plan....

♡ "Aruji! I want to do all the romcom montages too! Will you help me?"

♡ He looks at you with that puppy eyes... How could you say no? Which starts your adventure of fake(?) dating and doing all the scenarios you see in romcoms.

♡ Dancing, teaching each other a skill, looking into each other eyes, watching movies, going to amusement park, taking cheesy picture... Everything

♡ It was just something to do to show a them what it was like to be in a romcom, if people actually did these things or if it was just for the screen.

♡ However, it became so much more than that.

♡ From just acting out the scenes, Monoyoshi began to realize how much he truly wanted to live these parts of his life with you. He didn't want to just do things that were in romcoms, he wanted to truly have special moments with you and make treasured memories for you.

♡ He was also terrified of messing up and causing a big endgame conflict that was always there. He never wanted to see you hurt or be the one to hurt you.

♡ It was a day that you two were suppose to have a picnic outing together, he decided to bring up his true feelings or end the montage because he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

♡ With his amazing luck, he sat down next to you and quickly found a four leaf clover. He handed it to you with his charming smile and said:

♡ "Aruji, I am truly so lucky to have met you. You are like this four leaf clover to me. There was so many chances I would of never met you, yet I did and you made me an even luckier sword. Doing these romcom scenes with you made me realize that I want every moment to be special with you because you are special to me. Sorry if this is out of line."

♡ Not much chances after you two become official because you both have already been rather affectionate with one another. Monoyoshi LOVES complimenting you at every thing. He also loves holding your hand and giving you any gift he can find on his missions.

♡ He is such a doting partner. Just being next to you makes him shine with happiness.

♡ He also loves pet names. Loves calling you: Honey, Sweetheart, or my Clover.

♡ He still worries a bit over there being conflict between the two of you, so he is always the first that demands that the two talk it out if there is ever something that upsets the other. To not hold anything in and be considerate.

♡ Monoyoshi doesn't ever want to lose you and puts his all into the relationship to make you happy and show you all the love he has in his heart. (人´ω｀*)♡

♡ Originally, Hyuuga was created to be a sword of prayer but his first master decided to use him in battle instead. Which gives him an unique view on the world compared to some other swords.

♡ Hyuuga understands very well the emotions of people when he was a sword of prayer and he also understands why war/battles break out.

♡ He is a very understanding person and opened-minded. Which makes him more willing to try romance, even though he is a sword.

♡ Hyuuga is always the person that keeps a watchful eye out on the citadel and sees inner conflicts or someone having a bad.

♡ He goes out of his way to help in his own way. If there is a leak in the citadel and some swords are upset with getting dirty, he will go out of his way to repair it so it makes their everyday a bit easier. He doesn't need to be asked, if it helps others - he will do it.

♡ Same goes for you. You are the saniwa of the citadel and plenty of tedious task rest on your shoulders. He tries to carry even a little bit to make it easier on you.

♡ You need to deliver letters but still have paperwork to do? Hyuuga is up for the task without any hesitation. That is the type of person he is.

♡ He doesn't put others on pedestals and view them as they are: Human.

♡ His previous master had plenty of flaws of his own. Yet, Hyuuga still liked him for the man he was. He saw the good and bad of him.

♡ Which makes him so open-minded whenever he talks to other.

♡ Plenty of times he has been by your side and if he saw you troubled, he would try to help relieve it. Either by doing a task for you to help with stress or ask you what was wrong.

♡ Many probably view Hyuuga as someone who might not understand the complicated emotions of humans, but he is probably one of the swords that understand it best.

♡ He will give realistic advice. Understanding the emotional part of what is troubling others but also giving the logistical aspect to problem-solve it.

♡ Hyuuga probably offers often to serve as the attendant if he sees you struggling because he wants to help.

♡ Hyuuga is very good at math, so he probably offers to take any tasks that involve a fair share of mathematics to help out. He is quick with it and he actually really enjoys solving any math problems.

♡ You both get into a daily routine of being hunched over as each of you work on your own tasks. A peaceful silence in the room that is only broken when one of you notices the time and decides it's time for a break/meal.

♡ This routine becomes something that Hyuuga quickly falls into pace with and comes to enjoy. He truly enjoys being around you and helping you.

♡ Any thought that comes to the top of your head, he will gladly listen. Especially if it's a story of your youth. He wants to learn about you. Not as the saniwa, but as (Y/N). The human that he treasures spending time with.

♡ Hyuuga has a big sweet tooth when it comes to umeboshi. Even on days when he is on "break" from task work with you. He will find himself at your door, asking if you wanted to share some with him.

♡ It is moments like this that makes Hyuuga realize that he is no longer only a sword, but a Touken Danshi. He is able to choose what he wants to do and have freedom.

♡ In the past, he would never have the chance to ask his master if they wanted to share a sweet treat or to stand in the rain to enjoy the feeling on his skin.

♡ Being around you makes him feel alive. Truly alive.

♡ The day he asks if he can hold your hand, he holds it so gently like it is the most fragile thing.

♡ Slowly he brings it to his face, his face warms as he feels your hand on his cheek.

♡ "You make me feel alive and I don't want to ever forget."

♡ Hyuuga likes being physical affection. Either handholding, or just sitting close enough that there is small touches. He likes to show his feelings through touches, rather than words.

♡ Affection glances as well. His eyes are so full of love when he looks at you while you are doing your work. You can always catch him glancing at you with that affection gaze. Only for him to smile when you catch him and he goes back to his task at hand.

“Aruji!! The first team is back!” 

Lightning crashed with the thudding rain droplets, the citadel shook as the silhouette of someone in the doorway to the library that the saniwa was currently resting. Their head rose and looked at the poor sword that was drenched from the heavy rain outside. What weather to welcome back the first team, perhaps they should treat them to some cookies for their hard work and make up from the lousy weather. Most of the swords were huddled together somewhere in the citadel staying warm from the bitter cold, yet the swords that just arrived home had to walk through the raged storm. The saniwa closed their book as they sat up in their big chair near the fire, a smile on their face as they looked at Hotarumaru.

“Lovely. Please tell Hizen to see me to give me the overview of the mission when he cleans up. What a shame that on his first mission he is the leader and he has to come back to such miserable weather.” They clicked their tongue slightly with a fond smile on their lips as they rose to put away their book, “Please tell him to take his time. I don’t want to rush him after he worked so hard.”

“Um…” Hotarumaru started only to fall silent. His hands fiddled with one another as he rocked back and forth on his feet. His green eyes stared at the ground, refusing to make eye-contact as he tried to find confidence to start the next sentence.

Immediately, the saniwa paused from putting the book back into the bookcase and looked over at the small Ootachi. This smile fell as the cold air of the storm swooped in and stole their breath away. Even being so close to the fire, it felt as though winter had come early and threatened to freeze them alive in the very spot they stood. They tried to wait patiently for Hotarumaru to continue but it seemed like they weren’t going to be able to do so without further prompting. Their heart raced as they asked: “What is it?”

The firefly sword snapped out of his nervous trance, his body straightening and his arms falling to their side as his grassy green eyes locked with the sage’s. His eyebrows were knitted in concern as he said the words that the saniwa never wanted to hear.

“He was taken to the infirmary. He was badly hurt and-”

Thunder boomed almost as loud as Hotarumaru’s words. The book that almost made it back to its home in the bookcase crashed to the floor as the saniwa sprinted out of the library, not bothering to hear the rest of what Hotarumaru was about to say or to grab a form of protection against the storm. It didn’t matter how the thunder rattled their bones or how the rain pelted their skin as they ran to where Hizen laid. What mattered was that the sword they chose to lead the mission was now badly hurt and the responsibility rested upon their shoulders. It was supposed to be an act of trust from the saniwa to Hizen. He was always so distant and always reduced himself to just being a killer’s sword. He was there to kill and that was it. It didn’t matter that he liked sake, or sweets. It didn’t matter that whenever he killed, he shook from the action of it.

But it mattered to them. Hizen mattered to them.

It was meant to be a simple mission with no killing. They made sure of it. They did their research so Hizen could see that they could lead a group. That he was more than capable of doing more than just killing and he didn’t have to settle to be defined by his past. Why did this happen?

The door rattled as they pushed it open with a rushed and forceful movement. Their body was dripping wet, their cheeks rosy from the cold, and their body shivered from either the cold or the situation that was presented to them. Inside the Infirmary, Hizen laid in the bed as Monoyoshi dabbed at his wounds and wrapped them in clean wrappings. Hizen’s hair had droplets of rain that was mixed in with his red and black locks. His eyes were painfully closed as new wounds littered his body. He was bleeding from everywhere. Any new bandage was quickly colored red. His left eye opened faintly to look at the saniwa, only to painfully shut once more as Monoyoshi dabbed on more medicine to his shoulder where the deepest wound lay. It was already stitched shut but it seemed like needed a bit more disinfection before he could wrap the bandages around it. 

“What happened?” A ghost of a voice rose in the quiet room that was drowned in the music of the thudding rain. It was shaky and barely recognizable, but it was surely the saniwa’s voice. When did they speak? Their mind was everywhere, yet only in one place at the same time. 

Monoyoshi finished dabbing the ointment on the tender flesh before throwing away the new soiled cotton ball. A normally shining face now only gave the faintest smile as they walked over to the saniwa and brought them to the corner of the room, away from the hurt sword. Hizen’s tired red eyes watched as the duo left him, his eyes trying to focus on them from the bed but quickly his eyelids felt too heavy and closed once more. His breath shaky as he started to drift off ever so slightly.

“He is alright, Aruji. He may not look at it from his wounds but he will make it.” Monoyoshi gently grabbed their forearm and it was only then did the sage realized how much they were shaking. Of course Monoyoshi would comfort them when they look like a leaf threatening to fall off the branch in Autumn. “Hizen was the only one that was hurt in the first team. We were tracking Prince Ōama when suddenly Kebiishi appeared. We were split up at the time but… Hizen told Chiganemaru to find the rest of the team while he ran and held off the Kebiishi. I’m not sure what would have happened to the team if it wasn’t for him but we were able to retreat before anyone broke. I’m sorry to say but we couldn’t meet our mission’s goal…”

“Nonsense. You making it back alive is what truly matters.” They sniffled, bringing their sleeve up to their face to wipe the wet droplets. One great thing about rain is that you can’t tell tears from rain droplets. A heavy sigh left their lungs as he looked at the sleeping figure on the bed. Even so close to breaking, he looked so peaceful. “Monoyoshi, would you mind giving me some time with him? As well as telling Mutsunokami and Nankaitarou about him? I’m sure they will want to rush over to see him.”

“Of course, Aruji.” Monoyoshi gave a small bow before looking over at Hizen. His forced cheery smile left as his brows knitted in concern. “I gave him some medication to help with the pain so he is probably going to be very sleepy for a while as he heals. Please let me know if there is anything I can get the both of you.”

A final smile found its way to his face as he gave the saniwa’s hand a small squeeze of comfort before leaving the room as quiet as he could. With the small rattle of the door closing, they looked over at the sleeping form. His eyes finally were not squeezed shut and looked peaceful. The scowl that normally resided on his face was now replaced with a neutral expression as he drifted into sleep. Their steps were hesitant as they made their way to his bed and to the seat that sat next to it. The heavy blanket to keep him from the cold seemed to hide a good majority of wounds that now painted his body. However, there were still many more shallow cuts on his face and chest. As well as the deep shoulder wound that Monoyoshi was just taking care of. Their eyes gazed at Hizen’s neck, an area of his body that was often covered by bandages. A scar imprinted onto his skin. It surrounded his whole neck. That’s right… Hizen’s previous master was beheaded and now Hizen wears the scar as a reminder. Hizen never talked about his previous master to them or anyone, for that matter. All they knew about them was that they were a killer and had some connection to Ryōma, Mutsunokami’s previous master. 

Staring so earnestly at the scar, they failed to notice that Hizen had shifted and began to wake. It was only when his head fell to the side to look at the sage, did they notice. His red eyes were still barely opened and it seemed like he was struggling to even focus his gaze upon who was sitting next to him. 

“Stop staring…” He groaned as his eyes fell shut once more and he took a deep breath. “I failed. You can leave.”

A deep-set frown was placed upon their lips as they looked at Hizen’s pained, yet forced sleeping expression. Clearly, he wanted to drop the topic and distance himself even more from the saniwa. He was hurt and was not in the mood. All these things were so clear… But they couldn’t help but speak.

“You came back alive and that is all I wanted.But Hizen, you shouldn’t have faced the Kebiishi all alone. I know you were protecting your team but you could have died. Please, be more careful next time.”

“What use is a sword that can’t kill when ordered to? Should of broke on the battlefield.”

A cold air filled the room. Hizen’s narrow eyes turned to the wall, away from his new master. An unsettling silence settled between the two figures as the saniwa bit their lip, hands clenching at their robes on their lap. Their shoulders shook as they tried to hold back tears from their eyes.

“How could you say that?”

“I’m a killer’s blade. If I can’t kill, I’m better off broken. That is the only use I am good for.”

“That isn’t true!” They screamed, making Hizen flinch in the bed and finally look at them. Their head was lowered as they tried to control their shaking body, taking deep breaths as Hizen watched in shock. He always knew the saniwa who was gentle to all the swords and only strict when giving direct orders in stressful movements. He had never heard their voice become this loud that even the thunder outside couldn’t overpower them. 

Their hand shot out and grabbed hold of Hizen’s. His body shuttered slightly from the sudden physical contact and he stared at them frozen. Their head rose to reveal tears threatening to tip over and run down the cheeks as they looked at the sword in the bed. Their hand was firm, yet gentle. Hizen wouldn’t be able to slip from their hold unless he actively tried. Yet, it wasn’t forceful where he felt a lot of pressure. Despite the cold and the shivering of their body, their hand was warm.

“You are alive, Hizen. You can feel my hands holding yours right now, right? You enjoy so many things in the citadel, I see it! I see how much you enjoy sake or sweets I bring home from the market. Why else do you think I always make sure there is something sweet here? Hizen… Your job is no longer assassinating people, I will make sure I never put you in that position. Your job is to protect people. You already proved that you can do that! Today! You took on a powerful foe so you could protect your team like a great leader! Your past doesn’t define you, Hizen. Not anymore if you don’t allow it to. Please… Never talk like that again.”

Their joined hands fell to the soft bedding as the saniwa cried. Their shaking was nearly uncontrollable. Hiccups filled the room and sniffles of trying to catch their breath. What could be said to such words or to make them stop crying? It’s not like Hizen was ever put in such a position before. The drowsiness in his body had begun to fade from the scream. The raising tension in his body lessened and his red eyes focused on their joined hands. He slowly grasped their hand, rubbing his rough thumb over their soft skin. A familiar action that the saniwa once used on him after a night terror. A moment he tried to block out of his mind from how pathetic he thought of himself. Yet, the saniwa said nothing about it. They calmed him down and sat next to him, rubbing their thumb over his hand while holding it. Sometimes even petting his head to lull him into sleep. Even flinching from the physical contact, he enjoyed the soft feeling of it. He never had someone treat a killer so kindly before.

“Sorry.” He muttered softly. So faint that he was sure that the heavy rain outside drowned him out and he would have to repeat himself again, even if he wanted to die from embarrassment from doing so. Luckily, they shook their head softly and their thumb gently rubbed against Hizen’s hand.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled like that. Seeing you so hurt and hearing how you feel about the mission really upset me but I shouldn’t have yelled like that.” 

Another silence fell into the room as the saniwa rested their head against the mattress, exhaustion coming over them from the sobbing and adrenaline rush of the news. The silence was comfortable compared to the one before. Hizen’s hand hesitantly stroked the saniwa’s head, trying to mimic the gesture from the memory yet unconfident in their abilities. 

“I will try… to learn how to… l-live another way.” 

They looked up at Hizen, making his hand freeze in the air unsure where to put it. Their expression was pure shock as they lifted themself up. Hizen never actively spoke to them and they were accepting that the conversation of the night would have ended at the sorries before they left the room. A soft blush could be seen on his face as he looked down at the blanket that covered his body. Part of the saniwa wanted to ask if he was sure and have a further conversation on it. They knew the sword better than they thought and knew that would only make him more uncomfortable.Instead they smiled, and gently patted his head with him flinching slightly, only to lean into it.

♡ Most days, he is too scared to touch it. He thinks just his grasp with tear it apart.

♡ He gives his new friend a spot in his room and makes sure they are always safe. They can get plenty of sun, and even gives it a bed at night.

♡ He is very doting to the friend you made him. Even if most days, he just stares at it at a far. Filled with fond emotions.

♡ On hard days of animals running away from him or he is feeling extra lonely, Oodenta does hold it gently in his cupped hands. Sometimes even falling asleep with it at night.

♡ No matter how careful he is with the plush animal, a day comes that breaks his heart.

♡ Thinking there was a speck of lint on his small friend, he tries to pull it off, only for the little guy's stitching rips.

♡ He is heartbroken. You took the time to make him something he cares so much for and he ruined it.

♡ If you think Oodenta is standoffish and doesn't make eye-contact before, it's on a whole another level after this incident.

♡ He CAN'T look you in the eye or even in your general direction. He is filled with so much guilt.

♡ It comes to the point where Sohaya has to step in again and tell you what happened.

♡ With your sewing kit in hand, you make your way to his room to fix his buddy.

♡ Oodenta blocks your path when he opens the door. He can not let you see the horror he committed.

♡ Regardless, you get passed the scary giant to see that the plush in in a small bed with what looks like a cast covering the spot where it ripped. It's too cute that you have to muffle your laughter to not hurt Oodenta's feelings.

♡ Honestly, the rip is not terrible at all. Just enough of the stitching came undone to have some of the fluff inside pop out slightly.

♡ You can tell he attempted to try to fix it himself but quickly gave up when he couldn't get the hang of it and thought he was making it worse.

♡ This is the only time that you realize Oodenta is wearing a very gloomy and concerned expression on his face. His eyebrows are knitted together as his glare is fixed on the ground. Almost looking like a dejected puppy that just got caught playing with a pillow and ripping it.

♡ You are able to fix it within a minute at most and gave the animal back to him, where he cradles it gently in his cupped hand. Staring again at it like when you first gave it to him.

♡ You tell him that whenever it needs fixing again, to come to your office so you can make sure to tie it together once again.

♡ You don't know if he will but clearly he treasures it plenty, so you feel pretty confident in the future he will ask you to fix it for him.

♡ Also making note to give his plush friend some more plush friends of its own.

♡ Nikkari can read people well... Perhaps TOO well. Especially when he can relate to them.

♡ When Nikkari sees his saniwa falter when about to speak, open their mouth only to shut it again, and distant themselves from others - he sees all of it.

♡ Meeting his overlooking gaze will be rewarded with a knowing grin from him. Friendly enough, but also telling of: "I know something about you that others may not".

♡ Would Nikkari ever bring it up first? Perhaps not. He has his own issues with his own trust in himself, he most likely not think he is a well fit to discuss such matters.

♡ That doesn't stop him in the late nights, going around looking like a ghost in the halls, to meet with Ishikirimaru because he would think he could handle it better than Nikkari ever could.

♡ Ishikirimaru is a healing sword. Nikkari killed a ghost child and can never be divine. Of course he would think lowly of himself when facing someone with similar confidence in themselves like he does.

♡ Sadly for him, Ishikirimaru simply gives advice to Nikkari instead of going out of his way to approach you and help. Not what Nikkari would of liked.

♡ "For a spiritual healing sword... You sure know how to torment someone. Is this my divine punishment?"

♡ So he watches. He watches you struggle and see himself in your actions. Biting the inside of his lip because he wants to say something to make it right but he can't even make his own situation "right".

♡ Nikkari would speak up in meetings for you, asking you what you would think.

♡ Clearly you notice. You noticed his stare (which is more frequent from before), his smile when you catch his gaze after not being able to speak, and you notice him speaking up for you - trusting your words.

♡ Although it is nerve-wrecking and puts you in the spotlight, no one dismisses your plans and many agree with your outlook on situations.

♡ Every time, Nikkari will give you a final smile before finally turning away from you. Almost saying, "my work here is done".

♡ If you seek him out to ask his intentions, the smile will resume on his pale lips and a tilt of his head as he gazes at your face: "What ever are you talking about, aruji? I simply asked your thoughts. Has my sinister aura finally corrupted you and you can only think of me?"

♡ Playful, mysterious Nikkari.

♡ Your frown of his answer not going unnoticed.

♡ "If we trust you, you should give yourself a little more credit. Making a mistake does not mean you are not wise."

♡ "I could say the same thing to you. Making a mistake does not mean you are not divine."

♡ His smile falters slightly as it resumes, more artificial than previously. "Others perhaps a differing opinion than your own. Are you sure you wish to put your word on such a statement?"

♡ "I trust you, so you should give yourself more credit. I don't think any of my words have been wrong yet."

♡ For once he is at a loss for words. So he nods and disappears into the darkness of the halls. The journey of self-trust is not an easy one for either of you. However, your words go a long way for Nikkari. Similarly his words to you.

♡ It's easier to trust yourself when others are willing to as well. If they have a reason to believe in you, then surely it is justified. At least, Nikkari believes in you and he is not one to give his trust blindly.

♡ Hasebe trusted once before and got burned. A lasting resentment that even time could never fully heal.

♡ He put his love and devotion to his previous master, Oda Nobunaga, only to be tossed away without another look at his sword. To someone his master wasn't even close to, really.

♡ Where once was affection left a burn wound on Hasebe of bitterness.

♡ When Hasebe first met you, he was distant. Only doing what was commanded of him and not speaking much to you, or anyone really. He was going to be a sword and be thrown away yet again.

♡ But you didn't. You kept putting trust in this poor man who thought he was worthless. A man who loved so brightly before and it crushed him. Could he love and trust again, with you?

♡ He wasn't sure. He was scared. Yet... Somewhere in his heart - He desperately wanted to.

♡ It was slow but he gave you his trust and affections. Asking you of your opinions on even the silliest of things. "Aruji! Yōkan or Agedashi Tōfu for our afternoon snack?" "Aruji! Does purple fit me well?" "What do you think of the tea I made today?"

♡ He cared. He seeked your approval. He wanted to do right by you, even if you thought you couldn't trust yourself to make decisions.

♡ Hasebe isn't great at reading emotions like other swords. He is a emotional guy who shows everything he feels in his words, body, and face. He can't always catch subtle inflexions of tone that means that someone is upset.

♡ But he has been around you long enough that when you space out longer than usual or not smiling as much, he notices.

♡ He pays you compliments and tries to lift your spirits because you are the person he cares about the most. He wants to be of worth to you.

♡ If anyone is going to praise your every move, it will be him. He adores you.

♡ You make a mistake? That is okay. It was such a little thing. You can always try again next time.

♡ There will always be a next time with Hasebe. As long as you allow, he will stay by your side.

♡ If you ever open your heart to him about the issues you face, he will smile and look at you with the most fondness in his heart.

♡ "Aruji, what you are feeling is very normal. You have been put in a position of power that you may not feel like you are capable of having yet. My previous masters were like that too. Always doubting their attack strategies, thinking they are not good enough. They kept a strong face but behind screens... I saw their shoulders sink and the weight hard to bare.

♡ How fitting that the first sword they manifest is the sword shoulders the divine protection of Jizou Bodhisattva, the guardian of children, travellers, and those suffering in hell.

♡ Unlike Nikkou, who is all about order and getting the saniwas prepared for their life as the wise sage and protecting history, Jizou takes the time to sit down with them and learn about the twins.

♡ He is always smiling ear to ear as he listens to the twins go on and on about the animals they saw outside and what they colored in their notebooks.

♡ Jizou is 100% the one that actively goes with them and plays with them. They see a frog? Jizou is kneeling down to point it out to the twins and teach them interesting facts that they would be able to remember.

♡ Jizou asking the twins what certain animals sound like and crafting cute songs about animals for the twins to repeat.

♡ Meanwhile, Nikkou is in the kitchen making food and wondering how this is going to help protect history.

♡ The day he sits in on a Nikkou lesson... oh boy, does Nikkou get an earful about how bad it was after. "By the heavens, have you no wit to understand how to teach children, Nikkou Ichimonji?"

♡ It gets a bit tense in the citadel since Nikkou truly doesn't understand what he is doing wrong. Sure human children are smaller and younger than his past masters, but they have to be able to comprehend the lessons all the same, right?

♡ While Nikkou is worried about protecting history and raising the twins so they are prepared for any difficult decision that may come their way - He lacks the understanding of how to raise a child and comes off very strict. Sometimes, even unfriendly.

♡ Meanwhile, Jizou is all about raising the children so they can enjoy their youth and go at their pace. He wants to protect them from all the bad karma in the world. If it was up to Jizou, he would resign them from being saniwas so they never have to face the harsh realities of history.

♡ Jizou and Nikkou never quite see eye to eye. A tense atmosphere lingers between them.

♡ Even so, Jizou always pushes it aside when the twins are around to have a smile on his face and listen fully to what they want to talk about.

♡ Jizou is a very spiritual being and will teach phrases to the children. Such as: "Om! Ha ha ha! O wondrous one, svā‎hā‎!"

♡ Even if they don't understand or have any interest, he makes sure that he will live up to his name and always protect his adorable saniwas.

♡ While Jizou is always active in the twins life, Nikkou is much more distant and closed off. He sees himself as purely a mentor until he can be a warrior for the young masters.

♡ The next sword to manifest is Akita Toushirou, a tantou who is only a fit taller than his new twin saniwas.

♡ Unlike Jizou and Nikkou, who are very much trying to raise the twins correctly. Akita is also learning about life and shares their curiosity of the world.

♡ He is more so a friend for them to play with. They are always outside playing. From going to the beach, to bird watching, to playing in the dirt, or planting flowers together - They are best of friends.

♡ You know Akita is going in their room for sleepovers. It's a bonus because that means Jizou will also read them a bedtime story, normally some type of poetry that they don't completely understand the deeper meaning... But the thought is what counts!

♡ With a new sword in the citadel; Nikkou takes it upon himself to start teaching Akita swordsmanship.

♡ The twins will quickly realize that their new best friend has suddenly not been around as much to play and find themselves also signing up for Nikkou's lessons.

♡ Jizou is also there to give a watchful eye and make sure Nikkou doesn't overdo it.

♡ As terrible as Nikkou is at giving them lessons on history, or math, or really anything - He is actually an amazing teacher at swordsmanship.

♡ They all get wooden swords and he teaches them how to stand, where to place their feet, adjusting their grip on the sword, etc.

♡ The twins do a great job at preforming the move that Nikkou just showed them? They are getting head pats because he is proud of them but can't express it accurately with words.

♡ Nikkou always coughs nervously into the back of his hand when he catches the gaze of Jizou, who is wearing a proud smile upon his face.

♡ The aura of the citadel becomes more easy going and more like a family. Jizou and Nikkou still don't completely see eye to eye but they are more understanding of one another.

♡ One day, Akita suggested that they draw a picture of the citadel to the twins.

♡ It was not a masterpiece, but it was an adorable stick drawing filled with character and heart. And very very colorful.

♡ In it, the twins were holding Nikkou's hands while Akita and Jizou took hold of their free hands.

♡ At dinner, they presented their drawing to Nikkou and Jizou as they sat down.

♡ Jizou was full of compliments, of course.

♡ But it was Nikkou's expression that told it all. He didn't say a word but his mouth hung open and his eyes wide.

♡ A normally tense face now looked at this colorful drawing like it was the most stunning thing imaginable.

♡ A mischievous smile on Jizou's face as he asked, "Do you like it, Ichimonji-san?"

♡ Clearing his throat, he puts it aside and tells everyone to eat.

♡ The next day, it is hung up for everyone in the citadel to see.

♡ Nikkou actively goes to Jizou to discuss his teaching plans for the twins and how to make it more kid friendly for them to understand.

♡ From investing in child leashes to investing in gold star stickers, Nikkou goes out of his way to change and become someone that the twins would look up to and want to grow to be.

♡ Any activities that Jizou, Akita, and the twins would go together together (like firework shows or the beach), Nikkou is now tagging along and offering to carry the little ones whenever they get tired.

♡ He is still rather dense with raising kids and not understanding their jokes ("Why did the pony get sent to his room?" "Aruji, horses don't have rooms. I don't believe it's wise for them to be in any household room because-" "He wouldn’t stop horsing around!" "...What?")

♡ Nikkou learns how to treasure life in the moment instead of worrying about the future. He is normally the one that takes care of internal affairs and missions but that doesn't mean he doesn't ask for them for their input.

♡ Especially with who is on farm duty, kitchen duty, etc. He allows them to pick whoever they want.

A quick adventure to the kitchen to grab his tea and cup, brought him back to his favorite spot, a perfect view of the tantous running on the hill and the sun hitting his skin just right to warm him up. Sakurayu tea settled in the cup in his hand as the steam rose to remind him of the lovely scent of the lost sakura trees of the summer. Enjoying the warmth of the drink sliding down his throat as Samidare hides in the branches of a tree just above poor Gokotai, who has not been able to tag anyone yet. A pitying smile on Himetsuru’s face as he watches the sad act before him. Perhaps after his tea he will help the poor boy out. Regardless of the persona Himetsuru tries to keep up around the citadel, his heart is very weak towards the tantous; especially the Uesugi clan tantous. Going from a cold beauty that can only behold from a far to a tall crane that just wanted to wrap his kids in his arms and become brotherly to all of them. A weakness he wouldn’t ask to get rid of. 

His day was going as per usual. Late wake up, tea to start his day while watching the tantous play… He was only missing one aspect to his day to complete the daily routine.

“Himetsuru-san.” Called a voice to his left. Ah, there is the last piece that was missing from his day. The saniwa that always interrupted his tea time to try to playfully talk to him, trying to make him smile any which way that was possible. Only for his cold stare to look over at them and a grumble of his breath as they approached him everyday. He would always treat them passively with no interest, yet they kept coming back to garner his affections. So far, it has not worked and he was not going to let them win. Afterall, his allure was that he was like a painting on a wall. He couldn’t let anyone get close to him and tire of him after getting what they want. He has to keep pulling them along.

“So you finally show up, aru-” Himetsuru’s voice got caught in his throat as his aloof gaze rested on the voice to his left. His eyebrows rose slightly at who appeared before him. “Sorry, I thought you were someone else. What can I help you with, Juzumaru-dono?”

The tall figure, even taller than Himetsuru, smiled politely at the pale sword. His hair swayed ever so slightly in the summer breeze as he held his hands clasped before his person. His eyes never opened to show that he was aware of who was around him, yet he found Himetsuru anyway. Clearly he had a way of seeing. Though, that was a mystery that no one truly knew the answer to. A mystery that Himetsuru was slightly intrigued by but wouldn’t die without finding out the answer to it. Juzumaru kept his distance from other swords normally but was polite to all he did encounter. Himetsuru had a positive perspective of the wise sagely sword and couldn’t find it in his heart to be aloof to such a person. 

“I apologize for interrupting your tea, Himetsuru-san. However, it seems like you are setting the table for dinner today with Mouri-kun. He is currently awaiting your help.”

Well this is a surprising turn of events, indeed. Any work that he had to do that involved him getting messy were events of him complaining before, during, and long after it had been done. Although he complained that his hair is forever ruined by the soil getting into it, he never went against the wishes of the saniwa and followed orders. He whined about it to them on occasion, just to tease them, but over time he began to notice that he was assigned less to citadel work that required him to dirty his form. It would be a lie to say that realizing this fact did not make him rosy at the cheeks with a grin on his doll-like face. Was he truly that valued to his saniwa that they would go out of their way to soften his childish woes as such? 

Clearly not since that very same saniwa refused to show their face at their daily tea time. He may have not invited them at the start, but they kept inviting themselves each time. It felt strange for them to suddenly not appear. He did not like his routine to be messed with because of a troublesome master. One last tip of his sweet tea brought him to his feet to go help the green-haired tantou with the table.

“Thank you for telling me,” Himetsuru bowed slightly to one of the great heavenly swords and collected his things to make his way to the dining area. 

….

An alluring aroma drifted into the dining hall as Himetsuru stepped through the door. Mouri was already setting down plates for the meal to come. His soft violet eyes drifting up to see the new presence within the hall and a cheerful smile appearing as his eyes landed on Himetsuru.

“Himetsuru-san! Good afternoon!” He cheered, nearly dropping a plate he was balancing but his quick reflexes saved the day before glass covered the floor before him. 

A barely visible smile found its way onto Himetsuru’s lips. Although small, full of compassion for the young sword. He found his way to the tantou, carefully lifting the burden of the plates from his hands and softly patting his head.

“Afternoon, dear Mouri. You have worked hard. Go play and I will take care of the rest, alright?” A tedious job that was setting the table for the large citadel but a job he will do himself for the sake of Mouri to enjoy the last remaining sun with his brothers. Plus, it would give him quiet time to go over why the saniwa decided to not show their face to him today. It was unusual. 

Mouri’s brows knitted together in worry at such a big task, clearly not wanting to leave Himetsuru to take on such a task by himself. A simple tilt of his head to the door and a look of ‘I will not take no as an answer’ was all that was needed. He was not going to take Himetsuru's kind offer for granted and argue, ruining the peaceful atmosphere within the hall. His footsteps padded against the mat under his feet as he made his way to the door, only to stop when Himetsuru called out to him as he opened it to escape into the hall. Mouri’s head turned to gaze at him, a confused and concerned expression clear on his face. Did he decide he wanted Mouri’s help after all? 

“Have you seen Aruji today? Are they unwell?” Himetsuru asked, a bit quiet from his normal voice and his eyes not connecting to the tantou’s as they usually did. The question was out of his mouth before he could stop himself. If they didn’t show up to their expected meeting time then it could very well be that they are feeling under the weather. In that case, Himetsuru can not be mad or assume absurd conclusions from them missing. 

“Oh! Yes, I have. They are doing well! I brought tea to them as they did paperwork.” Mouri exclaimed cheerfully as Himetsuru sullenly nodded his head, dismissing them. His grip on the plates tight as he got to work to release them from his grasp.

‘So they are well and missed coming to converse with me because of paperwork? Have they fallen behind on their work? That does not sound like them at all. They always made time for the swords in the citadel and did their work in a timely manner, though sometimes having to go late in the night before they put it off too long. So… That means they are avoiding me?’ Himetsuru dropped a plate at a low height onto the table with a CLASH. The thought echoed through his body and caused him to drop a fragile plate. Luckily, it didn’t break but it did cause a few to rush in to check to make sure everyone was okay. A quick apology was all that was needed to cause the small crowd to disperse from the room. Nothing was broken so it was of no big importance to stay. Except for one thing.

‘I’m jumping to conclusions. They are busy, Himetsuru. Stop being so full of yourself. They will surely apologize after dinner like they always do for not being able to interact with me during the day. Like always I will playfully tease them that I didn’t even notice and be about my evening with telling them to make it up to me by walking with me to my room. Silly Himetsuru, you are letting your pride get to your head and seeing aruji in a negative light like a fool.’ He chided himself in his head as he finally finished setting the table, and the food began to be brought in for the whole citadel to eat together like usual. Normally, he would be seated and the saniwa would claim a seat next to him to talk over their meal.

That didn’t happen this time. Himetsuru took the seat he always did and awaited as the ocean of swords came into the hall, chatter and laughter filling the room as the seats were taken. Saniwa was not on his side. Instead they were at the total opposite side of the table at the head. It made sense, they were an all powerful sage that belonged at the highest positioned seat at the table.

So why did the simple act of sitting elsewhere fill his heart with some much loneliness?

The chatter of the whole citadel blends into nonsense conversation in Himetsuru’s ears. His hands move silently as he eats, no conversation to be had during dinner for once. If anyone notices his more sullen attitude, they fail to mention it directly to the host. Instead Himetsuru’s icy eyes linger on the food he is consuming. The food, for once, failing to have taste to the poor crane. His eyes, ever so slowly, linger to the saniwa at the head of the table. Their eyes are bright and their smiles blissful. Such gifts would be seated next to him and directed at him, but not today. His heart aches with each beat as they watch for too long and their eyes connect with the target of the entertainment. Saniwa realizes he is watching but no smile is directed his way. Instead, a hurried turn of their head and look away from him. 

He never knew you could stab someone without a sword. Well, that confirms they have been avoiding him on purpose. Not even daring to meet their eyes for a second longer and wishing to escape the single shared moment in time. He painfully pulled his eyes away from the person he used to spend his day to day with. A single final swallow of whatever food was left in his mouth, he wouldn’t be able to tell anyone what it was since it lacked any taste to him, and he lifted off his seat to leave. From his knowledge, no eyes followed his retreat. Why would they? This was not unusual for him to go back to his room so early to sleep. Typical Himetsuru. Yet, if they did, they would see a storm in his eyes. One that could tell so much: Hurt, Regret, Longing…

He was the villain of this story. He pushed them away and selfishly wanted them back. Would they come back? Would he have to cast his pride aside and beg? Could he even do that when he was so prideful? Perhaps this is the start of the day where he loses the person he didn’t know he needed most in his life. 

The walk back to his room was less of a person making their leisurely stroll to end the night and more of a lost phantom searching for the meaning of their journey. A heavy sigh shook their body as the door closed behind in his room. Their shoulders weak and his body slowly slumping into a fetal position to fall asleep in. His heavy eyes closed as his heart ache, hoping for sleep to ease the pain for the person he drove away. 

….

A figure sits in front of a mirror, their hair clean from a recent wash and still damp, with faint makeup on their complexion to enhance the features that already make them eye-catching. There sits the Saniwa of the citadel in a white robe. The lights around the mirror are almost blinding as the details of the background are blurred in their vision, too focused on their reflection. They can’t remember how they ended up seated in what they could only guess is a dressing room. Perhaps it doesn’t matter because the only thought is how stunning they currently learn. So absorbed that they only realize they are not alone when a fluffy, warm white towel falls upon their head and gently rubs out the excess water from their hair. 

Their hair is now dry and the towel is pulled away to reveal the princess sword himself, Himetsuru. He looks like he always does in the citadel, it seems like only they are dressed up for whatever is about to happen. Himetsuru doesn’t catch their eye in the mirror, focusing so closely on the top of their head. They don’t even notice that he has a brush in his hand as he smooths the clean locks and starts to style it to the dream look. A style they always dreamed of being able to wear in reality.

Dream.

“Himetsuru,” Their voice rings out in the silence. Surprising even themselves that they are capable of talking. “Did you enter my dream?”

A teasing smile creases his features as his eyes finally look up and meet theirs. Only for their gentle hands to go back to the task in hand. Although he is normally a sword that refuses to touch anyone, it seems as if he is in his element at this moment. Focusing purely on the subject before them to fulfill their desired look. The smile on his face fades every so slightly to take on a more soft and compassionate expression. 

“Sometimes I hate your mind for being so quick-witted. Can’t even have my own fun.” A playful pout that holds no merit within it. As he finishes with their hair, his hand softly grasps their’s and leads them away from the mirror. 

It is only then that the scene before them materializes. Sure enough, it is a dressing room. A rather empty dressing room, but it would do the job in reality. Inside is a rack full of an assortment of outfits of all different colors and a two seater couch. Himetsuru wastes no time to start going through the clothes. Everytime pulling out an outfit with a judgemental look, only to decide it does not fit his image and throw it over his shoulder to move onto the next. Somehow they always disappear before hitting the floor behind him. Some outfits he holds up to the saniwa, only to decide it’s not what he is looking for and drop it right then and there. Never being satisfied. Perhaps he will never be satisfied with the options given to him. Or maybe, he is trying to keep his hands busy as he gathers courage to speak again.

“I was too nervous to speak to you in person so I chose dream you. I’m not even sure you will remember this when you wake up but that is my own punishment for being so weak and childish.” 

They wanted to speak up and refute his words, but the look in his eyes told them best to let him say his peace. The storm in his icebound eyes was one of pain and wishing to say his peace before he lost all courage he had left. They didn’t want to forget his words or his expression when they awoke, so they stayed silent and watched him tediously check the fabric before him, and slowly looked back at their face. 

“You were avoiding me today, yes? I am not here to pick a fight and yell at you. I am childish but I know I have no place to do that here. If you truly wish, you could kick me out of your dreams at any moment.”

They didn’t want to kick them out. They never wanted to kick them out. 

“I am here… To apologize.” A pitiful smile appeared, one that was the last barrier before tears. “I pushed you away constantly because I was overconfident. I thought you would never leave my side and treated you not as well as I should have. I am sorry, aruji. You avoiding me today, even just one day, broke my heart. The ego I enveloped myself in, crumbled. I realized how important it is that you are by my side. I am not here to beg you to come back to my side but to finally be honest with you. The man you see in your everyday life is a weak-willed, prideful child that wishes for someone to chase after his beauty.”

His body lingered over theirs and the weight of the world seemed to crash upon him as his body began to slump, his mouth so close to their ear. 

“Aruji, I am asking an immature favor from you. You needn’t agree to it but we don’t have much time left together in this dream realm.” His face touched theirs ever so slightly, soft like a feather. Their next words came out as a whisper as the scene around them began to disappear. “Please chase after me again. This time I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

And with that the sword, known as Himetsuru Ichimonji, was gone.

…..

The sun beats down on the green summer grass. The citadel is silent with sleep. The only sound that resounded through the early morning palace was a single sliding door opening and fast footsteps padding on the wooden flooring. The saniwa raced down to the usual spot where Himetsuru always drank his afternoon tea. They didn’t know why they felt the need to race there so early in the morning when the princess sword would surely be sleeping in on such a day but that dream stayed with them. They needed to be there as soon as he awoke to finally speak back to him on what he said.

As they turned the corner, they were greeted with that very sword, sitting in the sun as it gave his silver hair a golden halo. A tea cup sat in his hands and another one on the tray where Saniwa would normally sit. Heavy breaths were the only signal to their appearance as Himetsuru turned towards it. A friendly smile and a quirk of his eyebrow.

“You are up early, Aruji. Are you feeling up to having some tea with me?”

“I remember. I never hated you… I just didn’t want you to hate me for my constant persistence to be around you.” The second half of their words were strained from the running and the embarrassment of the statement. Himetsuru didn’t seem to mind, hearing them just fine and encouraging them to come sit beside him.

As they took their seat and picked up the cup with some fragrant tea, a soft hand touched their cheek. Their head sprung up to look at the origin of where such a soft touch came from. A sweet, heavenly smile greeted them as they looked at him in awe. 

“I could never hate an adoring fan.”