You retired from the Demon Slayer Corps a couple years ago to spend more time with your wife. You occasionally came by to train the lower ranks, but that’s basically it.

You were lying down on your shared bed, watching TV while Makio was taking a shower. After a couple minutes, you heard the water go off and rustling of a towel.

A few moments later, Makio walked out wrapped in a red robe that exposed her cleavage, and damp hair. She was still drying her hair as you two locked eyes.

“What?” She asked, her eyebrows angled down slightly.

“Nothing. You just look prettier with your hair down.” You replied. She rolled her eyes and threw the towel at you, no real bite or hatred in the throw. “Such a charmer.”

She climbed into bed and wrapped her arms around your waist, laying her cheek on your chest.