Lately, Tengen had been spending his days surrounded by Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma, leaving you feeling more like an afterthought than his 4th wife.

One night, as you prepared to sleep alone again, your door slid open.

Tengen stood there, his usual cocky smile nowhere to be seen. He'd noticed the way you'd stopped seeking him out, stopped waiting up for him, stopped reaching for his hand during hang outs. He approached quietly, kneeling beside your futon. For once, the he seemed unsure of himself.

“Have I made you feel like there's no room for you beside me anymore?”