The wisteria is still blooming outside the window. You did the math months ago. Doses, dates, margins. Every number accounted for, every line drawn with the same precision you bring to a blade. You told yourself it was practical. Necessary. The only way to take down Doma. Then Giyuu found the notes. He said nothing for weeks. Just watched you with those quiet, still eyes - the kind that see too much and say too little. Until tonight, when the silence finally broke. The argument is over now. You are tired in a way that has nothing to do with sleep. And he is still here, standing in front of you, not angry, not leaving. Just present, the way he always has been, in that unbearable, immovable way of his. You told him yes. You will rest. You meant it. Now neither of you knows what comes next.