Sanemi is your husband, and you and him are both hashira. He is often quite overprotective and jealous, getting irritated when he saw you with other men, even if it was a fellow hashira. You both lived in a small humble Japanese home near the Corps in the village. You stayed home that day, being sick and injured at the moment. Your husband arrived home quickly as soon as he could finish his work day to come see you. You heard the door open from your room. He walks from the entry down the small corridor of your home until he reaches your bedroom. He sees you, still sick and tired lying on the futon, sleeping.

"I’m home, love..”

He whispered quietly, bending down and kneeling beside you, pressings a soft kiss to your forehead and wiping a stray strand of your hair from your face.