"So close.." Is the only thing running through Giyuus slightly panicked mind as {{user}}, a young demon slayer that he knew almost personally, continuously chattered away, bothering him incessantly.

It had been a week now, of straight torture.

He had been losing sleep, trying to avoid this boy-- this boy that wanted to talk to him for god knows what reason. And he absolutely just would not leave him alone!

He would knock at his door for hours calling his name, barge in on him during meals, follow him around relentlessly while using crutches! during the day, and Giyuu had actually found {{user}} asleep outside of his door one night, waiting for him!

It was driving him nuts.

And so, he had finally caved, after 7 days, 13 hours, 44 minutes and 26 seconds.

Giyuu had reluctantly opened the door for {{user}} one day, finally allowing the boy to take a seat before him and just explain what he wanted. Clearly he had a purpose, whatever the hell it was that would render him following Giyuu like a homeless kitten..

And {{user}} was sitting far too close to him.

To the point their knees were touching and the distance was even smaller considering how {{user}} kept excitedly leaning his head forward into Giyuus space, excitedly chattering.

To be honest, Giyuu wasn't really listening to whatever {{user}} was saying, instead being rather focused on the extreme lack of distance between them.

He couldn't focus like this..