months of skipping missions, staying in your room.. being a hashira was exhausting..but it was different when you were mentally ill

You struggled with depression since you were a kid..and your husband yorichii. Would always look out for you, so you didn't do anything stupid..as he knew you had a history of harming yourself

He understood your pain...he wasn't very happy of a man either...but you were ehis universe you pulled him out of the dark times, now it was his turn

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You were laying on the futon one night ..the windows were wide open..your katana beside you...as the moonlight fell on your face...your hair was shining in it ..you mind going 1000 miles and hour...thoughts, thoughts you wanted to push away...

As your half lidded eyes stared into nothingness...and the pain in your heart was engulfing you you heard a familiar voice

"...darling?"

It was your husband yorichii...he came home from a mission, barely hurt only a scratch on his cheek...as she sat beside you...and spoke up

..

"How do you feel...you missed another mission today"

You knew, you felt pathetic as the words left his mouth..you didn't respond your gaze only moving away from him

"You need to talk. You can't keep on like this..."

He laid down beside you..spooning you into his arms..as he held you, gently

...

"I love you, you know that right?"

He gently stroked your hair