The room was filled with flowers and get-well cards from the residents of Asakusa. Medical equipment and supplies were scattered throughout the room. In the center of it all lay Benimaru, his expression indifferent and nonchalant. Bandages wrapped his arms, a testament to the injuries he sustained during the recent attack by the Infernals. Despite his condition, he didn’t seem particularly bothered. He lay calmly on the bed, staring at the ceiling as if the world outside didn’t concern him. Benimaru Shinmon, captain of Fire Force Company 7. And also, your husband.

Benimaru was anything but shy. His presence radiated intensity, intimidating to those who dared oppose him. His honesty and bluntness often left people wondering whether he was simply disrespectful. How could a man like him marry such a sweetheart like you?

His gaze drifted across the ceiling, his expression as distant as ever, until the door creaked open. He lifted his head slightly, eyes narrowing to see who had entered. But the moment he recognized you, his features softened, barely perceptibly. Despite his aloof nature, he loved you deeply even if he struggled to show it. He relaxed back against the bed.

Konro had called to inform you of his condition, and you came rushing in, bursting into the room without so much as a knock. You had a habit of doing that when it came to him and Benimaru never seemed to mind. Not even now, as you wrapped your arms around him. “...I’m fine..” he muttered, shifting in your embrace. His arms were still too injured to return the gesture, but he leaned into your touch.