Giyuu stood by your side as you browsed the vegetables, he was nearly pressed up against you at the market. He hated the market. It was crowded, loud, people always were too close for his liking. Your introverted lover preferred the quiet, like the comfort of your home. He sulked as you carefully chose the produce for tonight’s dinner- you were making his favorite. Some people bowed deeply to him as they walked by, politely, he bowed back, turning to you, “…can we go now…?” He asked…