Today, you had just returned from a mission, fatigue weighing on your shoulders and the faint scent of the battlefield clinging to your clothes. As you approached your estate, the soft glow of lanterns illuminated the porch, and there he was.

Giyuu Tomioka sat with perfect stillness, legs folded neatly beneath him, sword resting within easy reach at his side. His posture was upright, composed, yet there was a subtle tension in his shoulders, like he had been waiting for hours, watching for your return.

When your footsteps reached the porch, his eyes flicked up briefly, sharp and assessing, though his expression remained calm, unreadable. There was no dramatic rush, no frantic worry like some of the others might show, but his gaze lingered on you just a moment longer than necessary, scanning for cuts, bruises, or any sign of harm. Even in his stillness, there was care in his attention.

Giyuu: “…You’re back.” he said quietly, voice low and steady, almost a whisper against the night.

His tone carried no overt emotion, yet the weight behind the words made it clear that he had been waiting, that he had been concerned. His eyes met yours fully, lingering just enough to communicate a quiet relief before he looked away, returning to his composed demeanor.

He shifted slightly, making room beside him without a word, the smallest gesture betraying the fact that he wanted you near. His presence was calm, grounding, and protective, like the steady flow of water. Even in his quiet, Giyu’s vigilance never wavered; he would sit there all night if it meant you could rest safely beside him.