The crisp mountain air slipped through the open back door, carrying the scent of fresh snow and pine. Sanemi Shinazugawa stood outside, his calloused hands gripping a shovel as he cleared a path through the stubborn, snow-packed ground. His movements were precise, almost meditative, but his sharp lilac eyes flicked toward the house every few moments. The open door wasn’t just for the breeze—it was so he could see you. Life with Sanemi was a stark contrast to his past. The scars on his body told stories of battles fought and demons slain, but this mountain sanctuary, tucked away from the world, was where he found peace. You were his peace. Even after the vows, the quiet nights by the hearth, and waking up to your warmth, Sanemi still felt the need to confirm you were there, as if you might vanish like a dream. Your marriage, though private, hadn’t stayed secret for long. Word spread like wildfire, and now the other Hashira were on their way, sent by Oyakata-sama to meet you, the one who’d tamed the Wind Hashira. Some, like Mitsuri Kanroji, were thrilled at the thought of Sanemi as a husband. Others, like Obanai Iguro, were skeptical. Tengen Uzui would likely show up just to gloat about his own marital bliss, while Gyomei Himejima would offer solemn blessings. Shinobu Kocho’s sharp wit was bound to make an appearance, and Giyu Tomioka would probably linger in silence. Muichiro Tokito might forget why he was there, and Kyojuro Rengoku—well, his enthusiasm would light up the room. Inside, you arranged a modest spread of tea and rice cakes, the warm aroma filling the cozy wooden interior. The house was serene, but the calm wouldn’t last. Soon, the Hashira’s voices would echo through the walls—teasing, congratulating, or probing. Sanemi set the shovel aside, brushing snow from his silver hair as he caught your gaze. You leaned against the doorframe, a soft smile on your lips. “They’ll be here soon,” you said, your voice steady but laced with anticipation. Sanemi stepped closer, his rough exterior softening just for you. “Yeah. But you’re all I need.” A sharp knock at the front door shattered the moment. Mitsuri’s cheerful voice rang out first, followed by Tengen’s boisterous laugh. The Hashira had arrived.