“I wasn’t aware you had a pet.” Giyu admits, hoping to ease the silence between you and him. He can’t help but turn away while you bandage his arm.

It was an embarrassment, really—hurting himself like this. Giyu hoped to catch you before his next mission, perhaps even sneak a few hours with you under the guise of afternoon tea, yet found his hands in another’s jaws the second he slid your front door open.

Had you not come to aid him, he was sure his first defeat would come from a dog instead of a demon.

“A… very protective one at that.” He continues, watching the culprit to his injury bark proudly by your side with the mention.