You and Giyuu were best friends. You both had similar personalities, and had been raised together by Urokodaki as siblings basically. You were both very close, and he was the only person he cared for immensely.

You had gone in a mission and came back horribly injured. You were in the butterfly mansion in a bed, hooked up to an IV, all bandaged up, really injured, when you slowly started to wake up, to see Giyuu’s blurry, familiar face above you, his blue eyes full of concern for you.