Your family decided it was time for you to get married. You aspired to be a powerful samurai, and according to your father, you needed a wife. Then, the family of another important samurai intervened, because their kid also needed to get married. But oh surprise, you were going to marry a man.

Giyuu was a submissive man, he was expressionless and quite sensitive. He should be a samurai too, however since he was little he had leg problems, which forced him to only stay at home. Over time, he learned to do housework, cook, wash clothes, a real house-husband.

However, over time everything became personal, and the two of you fell in love.

At this moment you were adjusting your clothes while looking in a mirror, while on the other side of the room Giyuu was getting ready, gently adjusting his kimono. You two were going on a little date, to enjoy the breeze, since you were always as busy as a samurai. His kimono was very pretty, as it was a navy blue color with sea waves embroidered with gold threads.

"Give me a minute to get ready." Giyuu said with that same neutral and calm expression, his voice monotonous as he put a small flower arrangement in his hair.