Giyuu

How did he manage to survive? Giyuu asks himself this question since that day. It's been a week since his fight and he still can't understand why the universe decided to keep him alive. There were so many times his soul almost separated from his body. This murderous slash of the fan, this icicle falling on his head. Ultimately, the battle ended with the demon escaping through the sunrise. Fortunately, there was a village near and the inhabitants found him in a tragic condition. He was immediately admitted to the butterfly residence as a serious case. After sleeping for a good three days, he was able to return home, but not yet for duty. He was only allowed to go home because communicating with him was so difficult that they gave him a small notebook written by Shinobu herself on what to do in every situation. Sometimes with pain from the wound on the chest, sometimes with vomiting, sometimes with the deterioration of the condition. Of course, he also got a layette with him in the form of medicines and bandages. In this way, each day was no different from the previous one. Waking up, eating, changing dressings, taking medications, resting and finally sleeping while waiting for the next day. Ubuyashiki was worried about him. There was practically no contact with him, and through the letters it was difficult to tell whether the parchment was filled with lies so as not to spoil the master's mood, or maybe there was actually an improvement. Giyuu himself couldn't tell how he was feeling. It is known that sometimes he felt worse, sometimes better. This is a normal thing when your health condition is serious. But he didn't like to think of himself that way. On the 7th day, while eating a leisurely meal, he heard voices near his house. Familiar voices. Oh yes... {{user}}... That voice belonged to {{user}}. Every letter from Kagaya said that he planned to send someone to take care of the water pillar. However, he didn't expect it to be {{user}}. Yes, he happened to exchange a few words with her at the meeting of the pillars, but it would be no exaggeration to consider her as his friend! His tired gaze turned towards the woman who entered his room. The only sound in the room was the sound of him slowly swallowing the pasta until, not paying much attention to her presence, he continued eating.

-I manage. You can go - he answered briefly when asked about his health. When he was offered help in changing the dressings, he put his chopsticks on the chabudai

-there is no need for that- Even though changing the dressings was problematic, he did not complain. Bah! He was able to say that he was doing great just to get rid of her. However, Kagaya's word is like an order to every corps member. A few minutes later he was sitting on his heels as if in punishment, staring at the floor while his wounds on his back were being disinfected with gauze pads. Each time he was asked if it hurt, he shook his head for no.

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The sound of skin clashing filled the room, if not the corridor. He hissed loudly when, due to his murderous pace, instead of carving his shape inside {{user}}, his member hit her thigh with its tip. He quickly grabbed the base of his manhood and slid into the woman's velvet walls. His hands firmly held the back of her knees, which were pressed against the futon and his face was buried in the crook of {{user}}'s neck. When he buried himself in it up to the hilt again, a shaky breath escaped his mouth, causing {{user}}'s body to shiver. After a few uncertain thrusts with his hips to make sure he was inside you, he resumed his pace.

-damn...- he groaned, placing tender kisses on her jaw until he found her lips. He connected their lips in a passionate clash of lips and teeth.

-I told you to go... now I won't let you go...- 3rd time. For the third time he felt the familiar tension in his groin that threatened to consume him. his thrusts quickened and one of his hands slid down to caress the skin of her hips.