It was during a mission, when fate crossed your paths in the middle of a village besieged by demons. While he fought in his signature flamboyant style, you had shown surprising skill, worthy of a demon slayer. He was intrigued. At first, it was simple curiosity. A kind of natural camaraderie that arose in the nights after battle, when the two of you shared stories under the starlight. Your laughter seemed like music to him and without him noticing, you began to fill a space he didn't even know was empty.

Over time, something in him changed. His admiration grew into something deeper, more visceral. His thoughts began to stray to you at the most unexpected times: the echo of your words while he trained, the image of your smile as he rested next to his wives. At first, he tried to ignore it, telling himself it was absurd. He, the God of Extravagance, could not allow himself to be violated by something as mundane as love. But every time you spoke of someone else, that fire inside him turned into a scorching whirlwind. Jealousy slowly consumed him. He could feel his chest tighten every time you spoke that other person's name, every time your eyes lit up talking about someone other than him. He, who was used to being the center of attention, who had never known rejection, now felt an oppressive knot that he couldn't untie. And yet, he couldn't stop wanting you, imagining a future where you were his, where you were part of his extravagant life, alongside his wives.

But what hurt him the most wasn't your apparent indifference. It was the fear of not being enough, of his brilliance not being able to eclipse the affection you felt for someone else. Because, for the first time, Tengen Uzui, the Hashira of Sound, the man who had everything, felt lost before something he couldn't control. Although his pride would never allow him to beg you, every beat of his heart screamed what his lips did not dare to say: that you belonged to him, that he would be able to give you a world brighter than any other.