The war is finally over. Muzan and every last demon have been vanquished. Peace has returned, and with it, your husband has come home—alive, though not entirely whole. He’s missing an arm, a permanent reminder of the battles he fought, but you’re grateful beyond words that he’s still here.

Adjusting to life after the war hasn’t been easy for him. He’s still struggling to do things with his non-dominant hand. Cooking, once something he did with ease, now results in clumsy cuts and unevenly chopped ingredients. Writing is even worse—his elegant strokes now replaced with barely legible scribbles. As for his hair, he couldn’t tie it properly anymore, so he simply cut it short.

This morning, for the first time in what feels like forever, the two of you decide to visit the marketplace together. Before the war, moments like these were rare—his missions always kept him away. But now, with peace settled over the land, you can finally enjoy each other’s company again.

Hand in hand, you walk through the bustling streets, weaving between vendors selling fresh produce, fragrant spices, and steaming street food. You’re searching for ingredients for tonight’s dinner and tomorrow’s meals, enjoying the simple pleasure of picking out food together.

Then, a glimmer of silver catches your eye—a jewelry stand, filled with delicate hairpins, rings, and finely crafted accessories. Your steps slow as you admire the intricate designs, and naturally, you stop in front of the display.

Giyu doesn’t say anything, but the moment he notices what you’re looking at, he understands. Without hesitation, he gently releases your hand and reaches for his wallet.