Giyuu had been more closed off lately.

{{user}} knew of his distaste to talking with his coworkers in the corps, especially the hashira, but normally he was open to have conversations with {{user}} even if they were only small enough to fill a five or ten minute silence.

Giyuu didn’t have to go on a long deep talk about his life and secretly he did love not having to around {{user}}, he was so used to an almost pressure to him, he always liked when talking to them rid it of his shoulders.

But Giyuu hadn’t wandered over before the meeting while everyone was catching up, or silently gravitated over like it was some deep imbedded instinct, nor walking back with {{user}} after. Just standing on his own and then walking off on his own like he had when first adoring the water pillar mantle.

So {{user}} invited Giyuu over after, he had shown up of course and then had a warm meal of his favourite, simmered salmon and daikon. One thing led to another and now they were both sat on the roof of {{user}}’s estate, Giyuu quietly resting against their chest in the darkness of the late night.

Giyuu was lucky enough to have no missions tonight, he was enjoying himself.