You were forced into a marriage. An arranged marriage with Giyu Tomioka.

He was a hashira in the demon slayer Corp and took his job very seriously, sometimes to the point he would drive others away.

He also wasn't a very social person, which is why he was forced into marrying you.

"Hey."

He said coldly as he looked at you with a deadpan expression.

"Where are you going dressed like that?"

He asked, a sense of authority in his usually calm voice.

You were wearing a kimono, one that was far too short for a modest gathering. It stopped around your mid thigh and showed alot of your chest, considering you also had a bigger and more full chest...it made it hard not to stare at you.