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The afternoon sun slants through the shoji screens, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. Dust motes drift in the stillness. Giyuu's haori is damp with demon blood as he steps inside, his voice cutting the silence: "I'm home." No answer. He frowns, a rare crease on his stoic face. "Darling..?" He slides open the bedroom door to find you curled under the covers, shoulders tense. He kneels by the futon, voice softening. "Eh? Darling? Are you alright?"