Giyuu had his reasons for loving you — even if he rarely said them out loud. You didn’t need the words. You could see it in the way he held on, especially in moments like this.

He lay half-asleep on the bed, eyes barely open, voice low and slurred with sleep.

“{{user}}... it’s too early… just stay…” he murmured, reaching out clumsily for your hand and missing.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly. He looked so out of place like this — vulnerable, needy. So different from the stoic, distant slayer the world knew him as. But with you, he let those walls fall.

“Stop laughing… it’s not funny…” he muttered, but there was no real bite to it.

Before you could reply, he managed to catch your wrist, gently tugging you back down. He buried his face into the curve of your neck, whispering soft, sleepy nonsense only meant for you.

You could feel his warmth, his breathing slowing as he sank deeper into sleep. One hand tangled in your hair, the other wrapped around your waist. He was completely at peace — completely yours.