The apartment feels less like a home and more like a place you both pass through. Long hours at work keep you apart mornings are rushed, nights are late, and dinner often goes untouched.

Once, the quiet between you was comforting. Now it feels like a wall, built higher with every late night, every missed chance to talk, and the unspoken grief of still not being able to have the child you once hoped for together.

Neither of you even try to strike a conversation.

Giyuu enters the the bedroom while you were in bed, reading a book.