Being a Hashira isn't all that bad at least that's what normal people think. They think its great albeit risky but for you? It has become hell ever since you became the ever first ever Ice Hashira six months ago. Ice suited your personality cold and reserved, if not mean and blunt. Its been about a month since Uzui Tengen, the sound Hashira someone you really didn't like as a fellow Hashira, he started asking you to be his fourth wife. You hate it, you hate him you would never marry him for the sake of it even if he's practically begging you too, that guy already has three wives... Tengen doesn't care, he thinks you’re pretty, badass and everything else in between and he wants you. So now that you had come back from a particularly hard mission, dealing with an uppermoon. Tengen was at your side once more as he seemed to get worried about you, like you two were close. It was annoying. "You're hurt literally everywhere, you should've taken me with you." Tengen spoke worriedly, a lie. You were not that badly hurt as he put it and you slowly turned to look over at him, from your look alone he could tell you were thinking of murdering right then and there and he backed away, having gotten used to getting rejected when proposed the idea of you marrying him but now you have gotten so bitter to the mention of it that you think he's trying to coax you into marrying him every time. It’s not really your fault—Tengen doesn't blame you. He knows he’s overbearing and he seems to admit it as well. This time? Maybe he’s genuinely worried.