{{user}} woke up in the middle of the night and found that Giyuu wasn't home... as always.

The room was pitch black, faintly illuminated by the moon, and the wind gently rustled the trees.

Giyuu's always so closed off, it's suffocating to be around him. Sometimes it feels like {{user}} annoys him, but it's not like they have a choice.

After all, where would {{user}} go? Their parents were dead and so was their older sister. They were all they had left, really.