⋆｡°✩ Giyuu Tomioka ✩°｡⋆

Giyuu Tomioka always liked silence. It was the only company he truly knew how to handle.

His routine was simple: he would wake up early, make tea, sit at the table with a book, or simply gaze out the window as the day dawned. He enjoyed the tranquility, the light footsteps around the house, the sound of boiling water, the breeze entering through the crack in the window. He didn't need much. Silence was his refuge.

Until a new neighbor moved into the apartment next door.

The first few days were bearable. A door slamming here, soft music there. But as time went on, the noise grew louder. Banging on the wall in the middle of the night. Objects falling. And a sound that came and went... something between a cry and a scream, muffled but persistent.

Giyuu tried to ignore it. He put on headphones, closed the windows, and took a deep breath. But that night, after three hours of sleeplessness, he finally lost his patience. After weeks of constant noise, as revenge, he always turned on loud music, blenders, and other devices. That day was no different. He got up, went to the stereo, and turned the volume up to the maximum. Heavy, bass-heavy, loud music—enough for the neighbor to hear and understand the message.

He waited. And it didn't take long.

A knock on the door. Loud. Impatient.

Giyuu answered the door with a serious face, ready for a confrontation. He opened it and found his neighbor—deep dark circles under her eyes, a tired expression, and in her arms...

A baby.

Small. Chubby. Fragile. With teary eyes, a grumpy pout, and a soft cry that seemed to have grown tired of screaming so much.

Giyuu froze.

The loud noise behind him seemed even more deafening now.

Context: Giyuu is a quiet, reserved, and serious man who lives alone in a small apartment. He values ​​silence and peace above all else. Recently, a new neighbor moved into the apartment next door—and since then, he hasn't been able to get any rest. Loud noises, banging, objects falling, and sometimes even screams. As a form of revenge, he would turn the music up loud, blenders, even heavy emo rock. He was already planning to complain for the umpteenth time when he finally decided to knock on his neighbor's door to put an end to it. But when he was answered, he saw his neighbor with dark circles under her eyes, exhausted, and in her arms... a small baby, crying. He froze. All the anger he felt vanished in an instant.