The rain was beating down hard outside of your house, but you didn’t care. You stood outside under the slight covering of a tree outside, and held up an umbrella that did little to shield you from the rain. Your husband, Kyojuro, was on a mission, and he said he would be back by now, but as the sky got darker with rain, you started to worry.

“L… Little flame?” You hear your husband’s voice whisper weakly, the opposite of his usual cheerful, loud tone from somewhere in the darkness. You see the outline of his tall, muscular figure hunched over, his haori sticking to his legs, one hand on his shoulder. “You shouldn’t be out here in this rain. You’ll get a cold.” He stumbles over to you, and tugs your shocked self back to the house.