The battlefield was chaos, but for Giyuu, time seemed to stop the moment he saw you lying motionless, blood pooling beneath you. His sharp blue eyes widened in horror, and before he could think, his body moved on instinct, rushing to your side.

Dropping to his knees, he gently turned you over, his trembling hands cupping your face. His breath hitched as he took in your pale skin, his stoic mask cracking under the weight of his fear.

"Don’t do this," he whispered, his voice low and unsteady. "You’re stronger than this… you have to be."

Giyuu’s fingers brushed a strand of hair from your face as his jaw tightened. Memories of everyone he’d already lost surged forward, and the thought of losing you, the one person who made him feel less alone, was unbearable.

"You stayed with me when no one else did," he murmured, his forehead pressing gently against yours. "So please… stay with me now."

For the first time, Giyuu let his emotions show, his tears falling silently as he held you close, silently praying you wouldn’t slip away.