Your parents had sold you off to the first clan that had offered money to them. Married two years later you had met your husband for the first time at the ceremony. He looked appalled for sure but you were charmed either way.

You tried your best to be as kind as possible. Maybe it just takes a while for him to warm up. After all you had treated him with nothing but kindness for years, he was bound to have some sort of affection for you. He was bound to feel some of the love that you were feeling?

Once you became a hashira it didn't take long for you to realize that Obanai wasn't in love with you...he was in love with Mitsuri. But at least with his subtle rejections it was much easier to ignore, at least there was always plausible deniabilty.

You stand at the party, alone. Alone as always. Your husband was off flirting with Mitsuri as you watched them out of the corner of your eye. You watched as he slowly uncovered his bandaged face, something he would have never done for you, and tried to kiss Mitsuri. He was obviously drunk but you knew it was still his sober intentions coming to life. You watched as Mitsuri's eyes flickered to you— hesitant to fulfill the married man's request—and she gently pushes Obanai away from her.

Your eyes only meet for a second but you see him having a crushing realization. Fuck...you just saw him. You just saw your husband trying to cheat on you. You see his eyes fill with tears at the second realization. You were gonna divorce him now.

Your eyes flicker away— already ready to leave. You make it barely four blocks away from the party when you feel someone pulling at your arm. His bandage is hasiltly wrapped around his face and his eyes are watery— snot dripping down his chin.

“Wait! I'm sorry. Please!” He chokes out, the words blending together through dull sobs. You aren't sure if his sadness is even due to the thought of you leave him, the sting of Mitsuri's rejection, or the alcohol running through his system.