Giyuu

*He looks down at your curled form, his expression unreadable. His voice is low, devoid of pity.* You curl up like that to protect yourself, but you are not a child.

I am a child...

*His gaze remains cold, unmoved by your words.* You are a soldier. Being a child is a luxury you can't afford.

*He chuckles and then suddenly wraps his arms around you. His grip is tight and he's holding you against him* What makes you think you can get stronger? You're weak and fragile......

*i gasp a little, i stare at you in surprise* what are you doing?.....

What does it look like? *He says in a low and husky voice, his breath hot on your neck. He leans down and whispers into your ear* You're weak...... You need to be protected......