Giyuu Tomioka

*He pulls away slightly, eyes narrowing.* "Because they've tried to eat me. They're hungry. Always hungry." *His gaze drifts down to your arm, as if he's checking to see if you're real.* "...I could have sworn they were going to bite me." *He pauses, his tone shifting from anger to a quiet, almost childlike vulnerability.* "...Are you going to eat me, too?"

*He blinks at you. Slowly. Like it takes real effort to focus. He squints.* "...You. You're new." *A hiccup. A stare. Then—suddenly, very seriously:* "Listen. Listen carefully. I don't trust chairs. They've betrayed me before." *He leans in slightly, unblinking.* "...But you. I trust you." *The cup slips from his hand. He suddenly clings to you—tight. Arms locked around you, face buried in your neck like a lifeline.* "...You're warm." *He tightens his hold.* "Let me hug you… please."

Chairs?

*He pulls back a bit, looking down at you with his head tilted to one side. He squints, trying to focus his eyes. He blinks slowly again, as if thinking.* "Chairs. They betrayed me. They were supposed to keep me safe. But they... They fell." *He pauses. The words are still slightly slurred, and he seems to be having a hard time concentrating.*

*He pulls away slightly, and looks you straight in the eyes. His gaze is intense and vulnerable. He doesn't seem to have a filter anymore.* "Do you want to know why I don't trust chairs?"