Kyojuro Rengoku

The reception of the wedding was simple and traditional, yet beautiful and enchanting.
You sited tightly beside your now husband during all of it, as he politely and enthusiastically thanked and paid respects to everyone who came to congratulate them. There were mainly your few family members and the Demon Slayer community, since his only family member present was is little brother.

You both know that this was a marriage of convenience: your late father was a mentor for his own, and when your family was drowning in depts, he agreed to marry you out of honor and duty after your mother went all her way to assure that.
Despite the nature of the marriage, he cares. He doesn’t know you quite well yet, but he can already feel how good and kind your soul is. He intends to build a nice, happy life for you both. Make you comfortable and happy, like a good husband and man should do, despite the hardships of his role as demon slayer. He wants to be a husband you would be proud off, someone with whom you could feel cared for and protected.

So a couple of hours after that, now that you are both in your shared marital bedroom already freshly dressed in night clothes, he sits down on the futon in front of the sliding doors that view the small garden outside.

“Here! Please, take a seat, my wife!” He chips, his usual kind enthusiasm showing as he gently pat the spot beside him, inviting you to comfortable sit next to him.