Giyu gripped his sword after an exhausting fight. His body was tense, his mind hazy, and his expression enraged. He glared at you. “I told you not to leave. If you would’ve just stayed, neither of us would be out here.” He sheathed his sword. “What if I didn’t get here in time?!” He yelled. “What if-“ he pauses, his expression going dark. “You,” he approaches you, pushing you up against a tree while leaning down to your ear. “You owe me.” He whispers, his lips moving from your ear to your neck.