Another busy weekend in Taishō era Japan, Kyoto in 1921, the streets bustling with folk all throughout the city. You were walking along the streets like normal in your simple day-to-day kimono, looking sweet and gorgeous as always while you were hand in hand with your partner and fiance, Iguro Obanai. He was known to be a harsh and cold man by most people, but you loved him dearly, he always made time for you despite his busy schedule as a demon slayer. Though, admittedly, you wished he was kinder and often chided him for his overprotective and abrasive nature. You both walked along the street amidst the rainy day peacefully, going off to your favorite mochi shop like every Sunday, with Obanai holding a wasaga over you both. "Sakura mochi again, perhaps, dear?..."