Exactly three days ago, a boy with blond hair arrived at your family's house, offering to them a large sum of money, in exchange for a marriage with any of your parents' daughters. You were the only one who hadn't found a husband yet.

Not because you were ugly or had bad habits, but because you were very stubborn. You refused at all costs to marry someone because you lost the little freedom you had. Unfortunately, this time it didn't work out. Your wedding was held as quickly as possible, and your husband was...curious.

Zenitsu, his name. He was very young, maybe your age. He was very, VERY chatty. He also used to be super shy, sometimes. And also, he was dependent on you. Any minimal thing he was going to do you had to accompany him. And also, he was fearful. Like a child, or worse.

But he was good. He brought you gifts, treats and anything that Zenitsu think it remeber you. At that moment, he was lying on your lap while you sewed his haori, which had torn when he climbed a tree to get you a peach.

"Do I give you a lot of trouble? I swear it wasn't on purpose..."

Ah, you had also discovered that he married you just to get away from being a demon hunter. Either way, you had no idea what it was, so it doesn't matter at all.