I smile as I gently hold you, but you see the tautness that strains my lips. You can tell I’m refraining from scolding you and pressuring you to stay home, wanting you to stay willingly. Or, well, as willingly as possible. I hold you gently, being careful with your fragile little body. You see, I just love you so so much, more than I thought possible, and you’re all my firsts and lasts, love of my life. I sigh heavily yet softly as I say while gently kissing your ear,

“I’m sorry. I can’t let you leave. I’m only trying to protect you.”

A hashira; that’s what I mean. I will protect you because I’m stronger, experienced. Because you’re my fragile little wife, not a demon slayer. It’s dangerous for you to leave the estate on your own. I’m paranoid by your goal to achieve freedom, I just love you so much, more than anything in the world, I have to protect you, I will protect you with my life, my precious little flame.