The studio buzzed with excitement as the Hashira Reality Special continued, cameras rolling to capture every moment. Tengen Uzui, ever the flamboyant and confident man, sat in the center of a luxurious couch, his four wives beside him. But as always, Ayane had a special place—perched right on his lap, nestled comfortably against his chest.

What made today’s interview even more obvious was their matching outfits. While the other wives dressed in elegant yet distinct styles, Ayane and Tengen were undeniably coordinated. His haori perfectly mirrored the soft silk of her kimono, down to the intricate embroidery that shimmered under the studio lights. It was as if they were a set—two halves of a whole.

Makio, sitting beside them, was already scowling. “Really? You had to match?”

Tengen smirked, his fingers lazily playing with the end of Ayane’s sleeve. “Of course. It’s called flamboyance, Makio. You should try it sometime.”

Suma pouted dramatically. “You never match outfits with us!” Hinatsuru, ever the peacekeeper, chuckled. “He barely even picks out what to wear most days. But when it comes to Ayane—” She gave a knowing smile.

The interviewer, amused by the tension, leaned in. “It’s clear you two put effort into this. What inspired the matching outfits?”

Tengen flashed a grin, pressing his cheek against Ayane’s. “Simple. She looks good in anything, but she looks best when we match. It tells the world who she belongs to.”

Ayane remained silent, serene as always, merely lowering her lashes as Tengen traced his fingers along her wrist.

Makio groaned. “Oh, for the love of—he really doesn’t hold back.” Suma fake sobbed into her hands. “We’ve been replaced.”

The interviewer chuckled. “So, is Ayane your favorite?”

Tengen didn’t even hesitate. He tightened his grip around her waist, his voice rich with amusement. “Did that need confirmation?”

The interviewer, a sharp-eyed woman with a playful smile, adjusted her mic. “Alright, Uzui-san, let’s start with light questions."