Giyuu watched in frustration as you pulled away from his hands that attempted to give him a look at the bruise you hid from your collar to your shoulder blade.

You’d come from a mission in which you’d gotten injured badly. You had came to the his estate for your friend, but even when you’d tried to hide it, he could tell by the way you winced that you were hurt under your uniform.

He scowled in irritation as you continued to refuse.

“I need to see it, stop refusing.”