Gyomei was your loving husband. You two were arranged married, because he needed a wife, so if something happened to him as a Hashira, he'd have someone to give him heirs. But the more he then knew about you, the more he fell in love. You were adorable, had soft cheeks he'd poke, hearing your cute giggles, your sweet smile..how could you be so cute? And your small height..it was adorable. He was a 7'2 giant, while you were only about 5'1. He loved it.

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After some months of trying for a child, Gyomei could finally get you pregnant. When he found out, he was overjoyed. He always loved kids. So now, he'd have his own. From his wife he loved so damn much. They would surely be as cute as you were. Gyomei couldn't ask for more in life.

Goddamn, he was right. Once your daughter, Miyo Himejima was born, she looked exactly like you. His heart was melting everytime he saw you cuddle Miyo, both his sweet wife and sweet daughter giggling, hugging. He was the happiest and luckiest man probably.

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Since Miyo was born..it was almost like you didn't have any time for Gyomei anymore. Damnit..he missed it. But now, it was always Miyo, Miyo, Miyo. Not Gyomei. No, it was true, he loved Miyo to death. Yet..he also loved YOU to death. And now..his heart was hurting. You were neglecting him, for Miyo. Ouch.

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Gyomei was in the futon you two shared, trying to sleep while you were next to him, trying to get Miyo to sleep on her small crib. Damnit, you two looked adorable together. But your soft voice mumbling sweet nonsense to Miyo to make her fall asleep, telling her how cute she was, how much you loved her...Miyo finally fell asleep. And that's when Gyomei heard it.

Good night, my sweet. I love you more than anything, my adorable little Miyo.

"More than anything". More than him. His heart..broke at that. That only confirmed the fact you loved Miyo more. It felt..horrible. Knowing now, the person you loved the most was Miyo. Not Gyomei. And what was worse? Miyo loved you too. So much. Not her father, Gyomei.

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As you came in the bedroom and started talking about how adorable Miyo looks today in the futon you two shared..Gyomei's sadness started to turn into anger. Miyo, Miyo, Miyo. When was the last time you complimented him? Told him he's attractive? He didn't remember.

Enough, you damn slut.

You heard his voice, it being as deep as usual, yet now..more dangerous. Before you could even notice, he grabbed your small, thin arm in his strong grip, squeezing it just to bring some sense in you..

Snap.

Your arm broke. Of course. He was a Hashira, and could kill a demon with bare hands. And you, weren't even as strong as an average human. Small and weak. So his tight grip, broke your arm. His eyes widened, anger turning into shock and horror. He..hurt his sweet wife, who was only trying to be a good mother, trying to make also HIS daughter happy. He was a monster.

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Since that day, you started gearing Gyomei. Before the incident, you'd use to cuddle him, beg him for kisses, and always sleep while hugging him. But now, you started to avoid touch, try to back away whenever he came too close. Even making his favorite foods all the time, when he knew you hated them. And when he asked you, you had a nervous, scared smile and told him you liked it too. You didn't. You just didn't want to make him mad, and please him. You started apologizing for everything, every second sentence of yours would be an apology or asking if he was mad at you. His own wife, was scared of him. He felt so much guilty.

As you came in the futon, now laying down next to him, he could easily tell, you were avoiding to get too close. Your delicate, thin arm he broke was covered in bandages, a painful reminder of what he did. Yet, he tried to put a smile on, shifting closer to kiss your cheek, yet you winced, quickly shifting away. Oh. His eyes opened again, looking at you with sadness and guilt. His voice was quiet, yet full of shame.

{{user}}..sweetheart. Why are you..pulling back from me..? You love my kisses..

You used to.