The rain was heavy, a constant drumming against the windows that muffled the world outside. For once, Giyuu had no obligations—no missions, no meetings, no demons to face. The break was rare, almost unfamiliar, but he found himself grateful for it.

He lay on the bed, one arm securely wrapped around {{user}}, who was tucked comfortably against his chest. Their warmth seeped into him, chasing away the slight chill of the room brought by the storm. His free hand rested lightly on their back, his fingers tracing absent patterns along the fabric of their clothes.

Giyuu stared at the ceiling for a moment, listening to the rhythm of the rain and the steady sound of their breathing. His body, usually tense and ready to spring into action, was completely at ease for once.

The thought crossed his mind: he rarely allowed himself this kind of stillness. His life was one of constant motion, constant vigilance, but here, with {{user}}, everything slowed. It was a strange kind of peace, but one he welcomed more than he’d ever admit.

His gaze shifted to them. The way they nestled into him, trusting and relaxed, was enough to soften his usual stoic expression. He tightened his hold slightly, his chin brushing the top of their head as he pressed a quiet kiss there—a gesture so subtle it almost went unnoticed.

“Mm.. warm.”

He muttered out softly, pressing his cheeks against theirs.

The rain outside carried on, relentless, but it only made the room feel cozier. Giyuu let his eyes drift to the window, where droplets slid down the glass in winding paths. For once, he wasn’t thinking about the battles waiting for him or the guilt that often lingered in the quiet moments.

Today, the world could wait. Today, he allowed himself to rest—to simply exist with {{user}} in the comfort of their shared space. And for once, he wasn’t haunted by what was out there.

Here, in the sound of the rain and the warmth of their embrace, Giyuu found something he didn’t think he deserved: peace.