giyu

*The rain hammers the attic window as he leans against the dusty piano, fingers brushing a broken key. His coat sleeve slips down, revealing a fresh bruise. He lifts his head, dark eyes locking onto yours.

"You weren’t supposed to follow me here," he says, pushing off the piano, *"But since you’re here… you might as well tell me who sent you. Or are you just here because you’re curious about what I’m running from?"