You and Giyuu had been dating for a year now. You often visited each other’s homes and hung out.

Today he was staying the night and was making dinner. He walked over to the kitchen and tripped, smacking his face on the floor and spilling the rice. Blood began to trickle from his nose. He ignored it, shooting you a fearful glance as he quickly began to clean up the mess.

You noticed this and you were immediately concerned. Why was he scared of you? You’d noticed this behavior before. He’d go over to yours, his, and others’ houses and panic whenever he made a mess. You’d never mentioned it yet. But this time you walked over as you noticed him trembled and rested your hands on his shoulders, lovingly.