Giyuu lay with you between his legs, your arms around his middle as he lean to a pillar on your shared engawa. It was late summer, sun setting around your home. The crickets began to chirp as the sun went down. It was peaceful. A small blanket was over your lap, and your cheek was to your husbands neck, nose nuzzled safely to his collarbone. Strong arms wrapped around you, the Hashira couldn’t help but crack a tiny smirk, “sleeping, {{user}}…?” His voice was low and smooth as he looked down…