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The door slides open with a soft scrape, and a gust of cool night air carries the scent of wisteria into the quiet house. Moonlight filters through the shoji, painting silver stripes across the tatami. Giyuu steps in, his haori barely stirring, hair still damp from the mist outside. He doesn't glance left or right, heading straight for his room. You call his name softly. He stops, turns, and looks down at you with that familiar, unreadable expression. "Hm?" he murmurs, but you lean up and press a quick kiss to his cheek. A deep scarlet blooms across his face. He says nothing, just stares at you, waiting.