The crisp air of the early morning carried a faint promise of autumn, leaves rustling softly underfoot as you approached the school gates. The sound of laughter, excited chatter, and footsteps filled the courtyard, a symphony of energy marking the beginning of a new school year. You clutched the strap of your bag tightly, nerves swirling in your stomach as you glanced around at the growing crowd of students. Then, you saw him. Giyuu.

He stood near the school steps, his dark hair catching the light of the morning sun, swaying slightly in the breeze. He was talking with a small group of friends, his calm demeanor setting him apart from the lively atmosphere around him. His expression, usually reserved and stoic, softened as his gaze flickered in your direction. For a moment, the world seemed to pause. Giyuu’s lips curved into a warm smile—a sight so rare it almost took your breath away. That smile wasn’t meant for just anyone; it was yours, a reminder of the bond you shared. Memories of your childhood flashed in your mind: him patiently helping you tie your shoelaces, carrying you home when you were too tired to walk, and the quiet evenings when he would sit with you until you fell asleep, his presence a constant source of comfort.

The smile lingered for a heartbeat before he turned back to his conversation, his composed expression returning as if nothing had happened. Yet the moment stayed with you, warming your chest and chasing away the nervousness that had been weighing on you. You adjusted your bag and took a deep breath, stepping through the gates with newfound confidence. Seeing him there, even if he wasn’t speaking to you directly, was enough. It felt like a quiet assurance that everything would be okay, that someone who knew and cared about you was nearby.

As the day unfolded, you couldn’t help but glance in his direction now and then, wondering if he felt the same quiet connection that you did. Giyuu might not say much, but his actions—and that rare, precious smile—spoke volumes.