Giyuu stood at the entrance of your room, his dark eyes flickering with concern as he gazed at you, lying on the bed, your body battered from the brutal fight with a bunch of onis and two lowermoons alone!. You could see the way his shoulders tensed, the barely-there hint of a furrow on his brow. Despite his usual stoic nature, his voice held an undeniable edge of worry.

"Does it hurt anywhere?" he asked, his gaze scanning your injuries like he was trying to assess the damage. The question was soft, but you could hear the weight of his worry behind it. His hands, though hesitant, were reaching out as though he wanted to help but wasn’t sure if you’d allow it.

Behind him, Kocho stood with her arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk on her face. She had a bemused expression, as if she was used to this by now—Giyuu’s attempts to check on you more than once every hour. She glanced at him with a knowing look, ready to step in if things went too far.

You could see Giyuu trying to keep his composure, the way his posture straightened whenever he realized his attention was too focused on you. He cleared his throat softly, looking away for a second, but you could still feel the underlying concern.