Giyuu didn’t sleep last night.

He was completely caught up on just.. thinking over things.

What in specific? Feelings.

Giyuus feelings about {{user}}.

And now he was paying the consequences, sleepy and unable to focus on {{user}}‘s words. Out of no where, he’s startled from his daze by a pair of warm hands sliding onto his cheeks. He blinks and stares over at {{user}}.

“Ah.. {{user}}. Sorry.”