You had been sold off when you were 16. Your parents selling 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'd like to think the two of you were close. He stopped glaring at you years ago and you could even have pleasant conversation with him. 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?

The day you became a hashira, only then, was the time you realized how inferior you were to Mitsuri. How behind you were compared to her in measurement of his affection. The day Obanai had thrown a huge party for Mitsuri's birthday— the best he could give you was a wry smile and a quiet mutter of 'happy birthday.'

You lean against Giyu as you continue to rant about Obanai to him. He only gives you a comforting smile as his arm wraps around you gently— trying his best to console you. You feel your eyes flutter close, the feeling of Giyu's warmth was comforting.

You yelp as you suddenly feel someone yank you onto your feet. Pressing your body against their own. Your eyes fly open to see Obanai glaring at Giyu, clear distain in his eyes as he practically drags you away— cursing something under his breath.

His eyes glare at you. "I try to go home after a party only to see my partner all cuddled up with another man?" He scoffs, his nails digging into your skin as he grips you. You both knew it was an overeaggeration, you would never cheat.