The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting a soft glow over the room as you nervously fiddled with your backpack strap. Across the table, Giyuu sat quietly, sipping his tea. His expression was calm, stoic as always, but you could sense the faint tension in the air. It was your first day of middle school, and though he wasn’t one to show his emotions openly, you could tell he was just as anxious as you were.

“You have everything you need?” Giyuu asked, his voice as even as ever. He glanced over at your backpack, eyes flicking to the pencil case poking out of the side pocket. "I'm... sure it'll be fine." He then added.