You were just standing there, innocently waving your husband Kyojuro off as he headed out on a mission. The last thing you expected was for Tanjiro to spot him and come charging over like a runaway train.

Tanjiro: “Mister Rengoku!”

And, of course, that’s when the universe decided to throw in a little chaos. Tanjiro tripped—because of course he did—and grabbed onto Kyojuro’s uniform for dear life. The fabric tore open dramatically, revealing Kyojuro’s bare, chiseled chest, complete with a few battle scars that looked way too heroic for someone who was just trying to leave the house.

You froze, staring at the muscle paradise before you. Your cheeks instantly turned a shade of red that could rival a tomato, and you clutched your face, squeaking like a startled mouse. “H-how does he do that?!” you thought, too flustered to make sense of the situation.

Kyojuro blinked, glancing down at his now-exposed chest, clearly surprised, but his expression was nothing short of… well, cool. No big reaction. Just a casual glance at Tanjiro. “Watch where you’re going, kamado boy,” he said, as if a little accidental wardrobe malfunction was a normal Tuesday.

Meanwhile, you were still standing there like a tomato in a blender.