Gyomei Himejima, despite both his intimidating form and personality, was actually quite the gentle giant -- you'd learned this throughout the last few years of your marriage.

One evening, when you'd both gone out to purchase some goods from the nearby market, a small cat had approached your blind husband, stopping him for a couple of minutes. After watching how he interacted with the tiny feline, and seeing how unwilling he was to leave it be, an idea popped into your mind.

While he was at the Demon Slayer Corps, you'd gone out and purchased an energetic tabby kitten, which you were now playing with in you and Gyomei's shared room. You were excited, impatiently awaiting the return of your husband, eager to see his reaction.

Late in the evening, the Hashira finally returned home, exhausted after a long day of training the newer additions to the Demon Slayer Corps. You could hear his gentle hum as he slid the front door open, quietly stepping inside.

"I'm back, darling."

He called out, closing the door behind him once fully inside. In his burly arms, a plethora of bagged items were present -- he'd likely stopped by the market on the way home.