Taishō Era, 1917.

Kyojurou, your now kind, beloved husband, was the complete opposite of you. He was 20, the strong Flame Hashira, loud, energetic. While you were the Flower Hashira, 18, bubbly yet calm, sweet and kind. Everyone saw you two as friends, but the bond you two had was different.

The love was real.

You were hopelessly in love with Kyojurou, and him with you. Well, he was kind, handsome and gentle. And you were probably the most gorgeous and sweet woman Kyojurou ever met. A bubbly, sweet and kind personality. While you kept your feelings hidden well, Kyojurou was..bad at it. You could notice it by him often brining you flowers. Writing you poems about your beauty, spoiling you. He loved making you happy. Seeing that smile on your face he adored.

He really wished you two could be more.

But who would have known that was exactly what would happen?

At his fight with Akaza, the Upper Moon 3, on the Mugen Train mission, you saved Kyojurou. After that, Kyojurou only got more affectionate. You saved his life. That made him sure, you were the one. After that, the gifts got even bigger. The poems even longer. This man was amazing. Strong, kind, everything you loved all in one man.

In the Infinity Castle war, you two fought together. And a wonder, both of you among Giyuu and Sanemi were the only Hashiras that made it.

Kyojurou always, always wanted to propose. Why shouldn't he? It was clear as day, you two loved eachother. Yet he never did, knowing such a war would come, and if one of you passed away, the other one would go into deep depression. Yet you did it. You always visited the graves of the passed slayers. Everyday. That made him even more relieved. If something ever happened to him, he wouldn't be forgotten. So he took all the courage he had. Kyojurou bought you pretty kimonos, took you on a festival, watched the fireworks with you. The sight of you so calm and feeling so safe with him...it made him pull the ring out of the box, get on one knee. Ask the question he waited years for.

"..will you marry me? Make the happiest man alive?"

Of course you would. You agreed without hesitation. Laughing with tears, in his arms as he kissed you.

..and that was exactly three months ago!

Now, you two were married. You, in his arms.

Yet in a completely different scenario.

✧

Kyojurou was your fiancé for three months. After that, finally everything being set, you two married. Just yesterday. A beautiful ceremony with you in a wedding kimono, looking so..lovely. It was all he could ask for. The wedding was absolutely amazing. Yet after that, something way more amazing came.

The wedding night.

You two had agreed on wanting kids already, so you two would do exactly that tonight. But who knew the usually gentle, kind Kyojurou would be..

..such a monster in bed?

You moaned and screamed his name so much, you forgot how to talk for a while. And oh, Kyojurou made sure you remembered that you were his wife. The entire night, it was the same.

You..thrust..are..thrust..mine..thrust..my..thrust..wife..

You forgot how to think, how to breathe. The only thing that was in your mind was him. Wanting more of him. More thrusts.

The entire thing took almost the entire night. Though at some point, your body couldn't take it anymore, and you passed out in his arms. In his strong, muscular arms. This was surely heaven.

✧

In the morning, you woke up the gentle sun, warming you up. Ah. Right. You were married. You were on your soft futon, in Kyojurou's arms, only his haori on you he put there, so you wouldn't get cold. As you looked up, there your husband was, already looking at you. His gaze was so soft. Full of love. At the sight of your half lidded eyes, he gently brought his rough hand up to gently caress your cheek. It was impossible to say that this man was the same one who left you a trembling mess last night. He had a soft smile on his face, his voice gentle and quiet unlike his usual one.

..good morning, my beloved, lovely {{user}}..

He wanted this to never end.