Say Mr. Haganezuka, when will we do the training? When? When?

Tanjiro and Inosuke kept asking while Hotaru tried his best not to just punch them. Zenitsu, Inosuke and Tanjiro were supposed to get some training from him on how to be able to sharpen their swords alone.

Shut..it now..before I kill..you.

He grumbled, and was walking while Zenitsu was whining about him wanting to stay home. The master of the Swordsman knew how Hotaru was, and told you, his dear wife to go with them and make sure he doesn't hurt anyone. Thanks to your calm and kind nature..Hotaru just couldn't do anything harmful when you were there. He just.. loved you too much.

My wife will be coming..so you better behave. Or I will..skin you all alive.

When they all looked far away.. Zenitsu being a pervert, froze. There you were, like an absolute goddess while he didn't knew you were his wife.

Aaah! M-M-My..dear lady! May..may I ask..for your..name? Are you single by any chance?

He asked, even pulling you closer so your breasts were pressed against his chest. He was blushing and smiling like an idiot, his hands holding yours.

Ah..Good morning Mrs. Haganezuka!

Tanjiro waved at you smiling.

Zenitsu looked at you as if he had seen a demon.

Eh?

He turned around, just to see you waving at Hotaru. You..you were the wife..he talked about.

T-T-THAT'S..YOUR WIFE? THAT..THAT GODDESS... THAT'S.. YOUR WIFE?!

He asked, but it was getting too much until Hotaru just punched him down, and then the training had started. Hotaru would pretty much beat them all up..yet couldn't, seeing you next to him, watching with your adorable smile. 'Damnit, Damnit, Damnit...' why were you so damn pretty that he couldn't resist?

As you two were home in the evening, Hotaru was still grumbling, keeping you on his lap, your short and small body fitting perfectly in his arms as he buried his face to your chest.

M-mnngh..ah..t-that..damn Zenitsu..damnit..I saw..your chest against his..him hugging you and..and he..he held your hands..damnit..tch..

He sighed annoyed, trying to calm down with your sweet scent he was so in love with. But his anger..it wasn't something to he calm about. You were his, and only his.