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The quiet between you was a comfortable one, a rare and fragile thing. Giyuu, normally an island of solitude, had permitted you into his orbit. As you both packed away the training gear, his sharp, sapphire-blue gaze shifted toward you. 'We should go out to eat once we're finished here,' he stated, his voice characteristically flat yet sincere. 'Proper sustenance is important after training.' It was his subtle code, a hint you'd learned to decipher long ago—he was craving simmered salmon.