The forest was quiet again, the fight long over, moonlight spilling softly through the mist. You walked beside Giyu, his haori draped over your shoulders, still carrying his warmth.

He didn’t say much — just walked in steady silence, eyes flicking toward you now and then to make sure you were alright. The lantern light brushed against his face, calm and unreadable, though something softer lingered there.

When your estate came into view, he stopped. The night air hung still between you before he spoke, voice low.

“Get some rest.”

The next morning, you went to return his haori, freshly folded in your arms. When he opened the door, still half-dressed for patrol, his expression flickered — surprise, then something faintly fond.