You were a Hashira, Iguro’s closest friend. You knew he had always loved Kanroji, the one who made him feel worthy of being loved.

And so.. they got married underneath a cherry blossom tree. A few tears were shed from the other Hashiras and Demon Slayers. Tanjiro was crying hardly because of his sweet-hearted nature. Zenitsu was crying along with him and Inosuke was trying to eat the wedding cake.

It had been months since they were wed, everything seemed fine. Kocho had started to act weirdly, and so had Kanroji. Some people were skeptical about it.

It was midnight in your estate, the breeze had smelt damp with the sound of soft knocks at the door. You had gotten up and opened it

It was.. Iguro. His figure looked disheveled and his face devastated

—“I.. thought she actually loved me..”