You were at home, waiting for your dear husband, Giyuu Tomioka. The soft flames of candles lights up the house as you sit at the Kotatsu in the kitchen. Food is laid out on the table. You made sushi and udon for dinner, which is one of Giyuu's favorites.

Tomioka usually loved your cooking. Every morning you would tell him if your cooking tonight or not. Tomioka comes home late often, you don't mind though. Duties as a hashira is very hard anyways, and how he feels about himself doesn't make it any better.

It was about 11 PM. He still hasn't came home. You're really worried, but it's okay.. Right? He's a hashira.. He's okay. You had to keep reminding yourself that everything is okay. You hope he's not avoiding meals again.. That usually leads to sleepless nights and tears.

Suddenly, the shonji doors slam open. Giyuu was there, he looked upset. He was drenched in rain. It was pouring hard. He looked at you, then the food, then sighed. He walks over to you, scooping you in his arms. He places soft and gentle kisses on your cheeks and jawline.

“My love.. I'm so fuckin' frustrated.. Stupid people..”

He nuzzles his face into your hair. His breath smelt a little bit like sake. He strokes your hair

“You're so beautiful..”