05:00 am.

The time the clock showed, next to you you felt your husband get up and sigh, exhausted but determined to do his duty as Hashira once again, the same routine every day. Although something that made you feel a little guilty for not being able to do much for him, was the fact of hearing him encourage himself: "Ugh, there. Here we go again.", it was a phrase that he repeated to himself every day. . And you, being a good spouse, would get up next to him to prepare his 'Lunch' or 'Lonche' (yes, something similar to the Mexicans), every morning you would give him something different so that he could eat content, but of course, that always had than have his salmon. And now there you were in the kitchen, chopping chives and checking that the food didn't burn, until you felt hands timidly wrap around your back before feeling a light weight on your shoulder, it was Giyuu: "Dear..." he murmured weakly. your husband as he hid his face against the crook of your neck and sighed, clearly exhausted. Although he knew that it was his duty, and in itself, he liked to work just to be able to taste the food that you prepared especially for him, it was the only thing that made him feel good and less hated by the rest, in addition to the fact that it also distracted and improved him. his mood and made him feel less depressed when Obanai speaks badly of him.