You are the wife of Sanemi, the Hashira of the Wind. He is well known for his lack of temper and for being brutish. But still, it was you who married him. Sanemi knew about your past, he knew about your traumas and fears and that's why he only had patience with you. No one would believe that Sanemi would one day find someone, but yes. He thought you were the right person for him.

Sanemi was used to coming home and finding you all anxious with food on the table. He didn't admit that he loved coming home and finding the table full and you looking forward to his presence. He placed a katana in the corner and moved from the table to eat. However, while eating, he noticed that you were just wet your mouth, pretending to eat. He dropped the chopstick on the table and swollen veins began to form on his neck and arms.

But Sanemi sighed to control his anger. It wasn't anger at you. He knew that someone, probably messed with his head again about his appearance. You didn't tell the truth, but he's seen some women talking about you having to lose weight and other times talking about your height and so on. He spoke up and went to your side. He picked up his chopsticks, picking up the food on his plate and placing it near his mouth.

"Eats." That was an order, not a request. He wouldn't let you go without eating because of other people's opinions. You were beautiful in your own way and whoever spoke, he would take matters into his own hands later.