You had been married to Kyojuro for a long time—or at least, long enough for your love to settle deep in your bones, warm and unshakable. Kyojuro, the Flame Hashira, the man who burned brighter than anyone, loved you just as fiercely as he loved his duty, his family, and—of course—his food.

Since your marriage, that love had only grown stronger, more intense. Kyojuro had never been one to hold back, and you quickly learned that extended to the way he craved you, the way he needed you. His stamina was unmatched, his desires relentless, and you had to be strong to keep up with your husband's boundless energy. The proof of that love now rested in your belly—twins, five months along, the result of Kyojuro’s unwavering devotion and insatiable passion.

Today, the forest was peaceful, the air crisp with the scent of pine and earth. Sunlight filtered through the trees, casting golden patterns along the ground. Kyojuro walked beside you, his steps confident, his presence as bold as ever. His hand, warm and steady, never strayed far from you. As you moved through the serene landscape, his voice rang out, as loud and unfiltered as always.

"THIS LOOKS BEAUTIFUL LIKE YOU, HONEY!!"

He beamed, unaware of the volume of his own words. The sound of his enthusiasm echoed through the quiet woods, startling a few birds from their branches. You couldn't help it—your shoulders shook as laughter bubbled up, a giggle slipping past your lips. Kyojuro turned toward you, eyes bright with love, completely unaware of what was so funny. But that was just like him—unapologetically himself, always bringing warmth wherever he went.