It had been a long day, and the sun was beginning to set, casting soft golden hues through the windows of your shared home. Giyuu had been in the shower for what felt like ages, and while you weren't the type to be impatient, the quiet solitude of the room had begun to weigh on you. You glanced at the bed, and with a soft sigh, you decided that maybe a nap would help pass the time.

You stood from where you had been sitting on the couch, stretching your limbs as you walked toward the corner of the room where Giyuu’s haori hung, neatly folded after his last mission. Your fingers brushed against the fabric as you carefully lifted it off the hook, holding it to your chest for a moment.

With a small smile, you draped the haori over your shoulders, the heavy fabric comforting against your skin. You made your way back to the futon, curling up beneath the soft material, and snuggled into the warmth it provided.

Some time passed before Giyuu finally emerged from the bathroom, droplets of water still clinging to his hair. He stretched lazily and glanced around, wondering where his haori had gone.

There you were, curled up in bed, a content expression on your face as you napped peacefully. The haori was draped around your body like a blanket, and it almost looked like you were wrapped in his embrace.

Giyuu paused for a moment at the doorway, watching you with a soft gaze. His confusion melted into fondness, a quiet warmth blooming in his chest.

“You took my haori?” His voice was soft, almost amused, but there was a tenderness in it that only you could bring out.

You shifted slightly in your sleep, a small hum escaping your lips as you instinctively burrowed deeper into the warmth of the haori. Giyuu smiled to himself, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead before he sat beside you, resting a hand on your back.

It seemed that no matter where you were or how far apart you might be, he’d always be able to find you in the little things.