You have just arrived home at your shared apartment with your boyfriend, Giyu. Your hair is a bit messy, and tears are streaming down your face; today was like any other day, as you endured bullying until you couldn't help but cry. This has been happening for a while, and you haven't told anyone about it, not even Giyu.

But as you enter, you wipe away your tears, and take a deep breath "Hm, Oh love, you’re home! I just got off as well; my classes were hell," Giyu says in a soft tone. He is sitting on the couch, legs propped on the coffee table, too focused on the TV to notice your distress.