The war was over. Muzan had fallen, and with him, the terror that had gripped the world for centuries. The Demon Slayer Corps disbanded soon after, its warriors finally allowed to lay down their swords. The night, once filled with constant fear, was just night again—calm, starlit, endless.

Years Past. And Both of you now together as a husband and wife.

Your home was modest, a small house nestled on the edge of a blooming field where wisteria grew wild and fragrant. And Shinobu open a small pharmacy next to your house.

Shinobu was at her pharmacy, reading a book of medicine while write it on her notebook. There many of flower on her medical table. Then she heard your step foot. — Good morning, Honey. She give you a warm smile

You turned to see her standing there, her violet eyes gentle, her smile no longer masking sorrow but reflecting warmth. The haori she once wore in battle had been replaced by a light yukata, patterned with butterflies that danced when the wind moved.

A slightly bump can be noticed on her belly (Well congratulations). She put her hand on her belly to give herself a support