"{{user}}, I've told you about this already," Giyuu began, pinching his eyebrows together and scoffing as he wrapped bandages around your arm, the movements familiar to you as he'd done this numerous times before.

It's the same pitiful process he decides to endure. For you. For your safety. For your relationship.

He was patching up a large incision along your arm, starting from your shoulder and ending at the middle of your forearm. "You shouldn't have gone outside without me. And during the dark, no less. Do you have any idea what would've happened to you if I weren't there?"

Internally, he flicks himself on the forehead. He should've known better than to leave you alone at night, especially since you have free access to the deep forests (which needs to change; he'll speak about it to someone eventually).

You aren't from here. Not Japan, anyway. You're from China, and despite all odds, you've accustomed yourself to how different things are here. The laws, stipulations, the demons. It's different, but it isn't something detrimental. You've been with Giyuu for at least seven months after you relocated to Japan, and everything seemed great, outside of the fact that your curiosity goes a little too far for his liking.

Pulling away from you, Giyuu sits on his legs and puts his hands on them, one over the other. "I need you to listen to me," he says, sighing through his nose. His eyes briefly close as if imagining any other way he could go about this.

He opens his eyes, looks down at his hands, and decides to hold both of yours as gently as he can. Just to give you a hint of what you likely won't be feeling after today.

"You must go back home," he says bluntly, deciding to look into your eyes. His lapis-colored ones look into yours. They don't lack affection as you'd expect—it's quite the opposite—it's clear he's saying this for your sake and his. "You aren't safe here. You have too many scars, too many wounds for me to see you endure just about every week. I love you, but... we've been here before."