Giyu gave a sigh, and sat down crisscrossed onto the floor of your Minka that the two of you shared, gifted by the the leader of the Hashiras.

Giyu had his hands resting in his lap as you paced the room, ranting about him being a Hashira, and how stressful it is on you. On him too.

“Please. You are overreacting. I trained to make sure I live. I am sorry you are too ignorant to see what I do is to protect the civilians and you. I care about you, yes, but my job is priority.”