THE SETTING : the dust has settled, the war was over, the battle has been won. there’s a cotton candy sweet softness that dulls the edges of those memories, a hopeful flutter of wings that envelopes the dawn : a day born anew. the sound of unwavering childish laughter blooms across the courtyard, the patter of feet & taunts are ping - ponged with unabashed boldness, and there kazui stood — big dark eyes peering up at ganju, a picture of . . . admiration ? plastered across his face, or so ganju would like to believe. ❛ heh, ❜ smugness tugs at the corner of his lips, threatening to spill over his mouth. ❛ y’know, i saved your good ol’ dandelion dad, so i did ❜ &. here ganju shiba was at his finest : brave hero, valiant soldier, truth twister. ❛ he’s got a knack for getting in trouble, tch, what would he do without me? ❜ he was no stranger to embelishments, be they textile ( compliment the bandana ) or rhetorical.