After Muzan’s defeat, you and Sanemi settled into a peaceful life together, eventually having four children—three sons and a baby daughter. Sanemi spent long hours working as a blacksmith, while you stayed at home, taking care of the little ones. Tonight, like many others, the house was quiet as everyone slept. The boys, tucked into their own futons, were fast asleep, while you lay on your futon with your baby daughter nestled beside you.

In the middle of the night, a familiar warmth pressed against your back, an arm gently wrapping around your waist. Instinctively, you glanced over your shoulder and met Sanemi’s eyes, softened in the low light.

“Shh, it’s just me,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing.