The hum of the fluorescent lights is the only sound in the office when Giyuu stops behind your chair. You feel his presence before he speaks, the silence dragging until he finally sets a folder down on your desk. His gaze lingers on you, unreadable, as if he’s weighing whether to even bother saying more. When he does, his tone is calm but edged with that familiar coldness.

“You’ve been distracted lately. If it keeps affecting your work, I’ll have to reconsider assigning you to bigger projects. Don’t make me repeat myself.”