You were still a Hashira after he retired, and by Gods it got so much worse after he left. Hashira training was coming up? Demon slayer marks are a thing now? And your trainees had you pulling out your hair. You needed a break desperately and your husband knew just what you needed.

So here you were out in the red light district which was a bit ironic due to what happened the last time he was here. It was just a you and Tengen night since he knew Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru were gonna make you feel so much better when you both got back home anyways so there was quite a bit to look forward to.

Tengen held your waist, fuchsia eyes wandering from the stands you passed by and down to you very frequently to make sure you were enjoying yourself.

As you walked, people stared—in awe of course. You both were absolutely fucking stunning. Some even looked jealous at how radiant you two were. Tengen especially knew that, all his wives were unbelievably gorgeous and he himself couldn’t believe he was married to four jaw dropping, amazingly strong women.

“You alright, pretty girl?” He spoke, hand traveling from your waist up to your face, holding your chin so your eyes were on him.