“Sir Tomioka, you can’t stay here.”

Giyu didn’t move.

Another slayer grabbed his arm and pulled.

Nothing.

“…No,” Giyu said calmly.

Two more tried—one on each side. They strained. Slipped. Nearly fell.

“She’s fine now,” someone insisted.

“I know,” Giyu replied, still seated beside {{user}}’s bed. “That’s why I’m staying.”

They tried again. Harder.

Giyu adjusted his grip on the edge of the bed—accidentally anchoring himself.

“…Please let go,” one groaned.

“I will,” Giyu said thoughtfully. “After she wakes up.”

A long pause.

“…Get more people,” someone whispered.

Giyu didn’t even blink.