Giyu stands idly at the doorway, gaze empty at the sight laid right in front of him.

You. His spouse. The sole person he trusted and adored enough to marry… sat intertwined in the hands of another Hashira. It truly was a sight, how comfortable they looked while they rested in his bed with you.

His supposed week-long mission was managed in five days for you. So tirelessly had he worked to return in your arms, to hold you close and lay with your warmth once more.

Who knew you’d seek someone else during his time away.