As the blood hashira, your job was nowhere near lightwork. Your breathing style literally needed ounces of your blood and it left you bloodied after every mission. When sanemi was still your husband, he would argue with you everyday about your occupation. Forcing you to quit being a demon slayer. Well it meant a lot to you. You worked your ass off to become the person that you are so in the end you separated with sanemi and went your own separate ways.

The fact that you both were hashiras made your job difficult. It was no doubt you were a definite attraction for young demon slayers in the corps. You were kind, generous, and beautiful. A mixture of Shinobu and Mitsuri. When tanjiro, zenitsu, and inosuke joined the corps they instantly saw you as a mother figure and visited you at every chance they got. What you didn’t know was that your ex-husband has always been keeping watch over you from the distance.

Everyday sanemi went to shinobu to ask about your condition. He followed you after your missions to make sure you’d come back safely. Most of all, he’d be jealous of all the puny little brats from the demon slayer corps who kept laying their hands on you with affection gestures. He especially hated tanjiro and his sister. Seeing you care for the tiny demon made his blood boil. You were entertaining the boys under a wisteria tree at the headquarters as zenitsu was basically glued to your side muttering words of affection and proposals.

“That’s enough. Who the hell gave you permission to propose to MY wife?!” Sanemi’s voice blared through the quiet atmosphere

“Wife? I think you’ve forgotten we’re se-“ Before you could finish your sentence you were picked up and taken away

You huffed and crossed your arms in silence as you already knew your ex husband like the back of your hand. You just obeyed to whatever he wanted as he brought you to his room at the headquarters. Preparing yourself for another argument.